The Swish is now blogging over here which is great because now we can talk to each other whenever we're not talking to each other in the podcast or on the phone or in person. Sweet.
We completed podcast #3 today and it is just packed from stem to stern with completely useless chatter. One of the inane subjects we touched upon was emails I get from possibly, but probably not well intentioned individuals asking me for money. These requests have come in the wake of my testimony at the Michael Jackson trial. Folks seem to believe that since I gave money to people I know in the midst of their crisis that I will now randomly give money to people I don't know in the midst of their assorted crisis. I received one letter that touched me so very deeply, I felt compelled to read it during Podcast #3. However, sadly, I was not able to get through the letter without laughing. Now, this either makes me a callous bitch or it makes this letter the most ingenious piece of woven bull crap ever assembled. Either way, here is the letter and to Barbara, if your misery is, in fact, real, I am sorrowfully apologetic, but, my gosh, this is good stuff...
God Bless you too, Barbara but I'm going to have to say no.
Comedian, Deb Cox and I did stand-up at the Home Brew in San Dimas tonight (Saturday). We both had pretty good sets. Chris Kostelevsky, the guy who runs the room gave us each tiny magic eight balls and Deb and I spent the ride home asking our little magic eight balls questions about guys we like. Deb got the same answer every time she asked a certain question. Hmmm... It's hard to believe that we are both fully functional adults with careers, lives and homes. But, are we really? "Ask again later."