mad mod media god

I heard Mr. Shouty revel in pride (during a meeting I wasn't in but felt like I was in anyway due to sheer volume) that our latest TV commercial (starring moi and a cast of, well, four) was being aired on local cable during SportsCenter, not the dead-hours-of-cable everyone'd assumed. Which was just fine to me -- I assumed it was in the town where I worked exclusively, didn't pay too much attention.

And yesterday Bee and I're minding our own business, watching "Deep Space Nine" (call it nostalgia) on SpikeTV when AAAAUGH who is the scary man on TV? Amid the Cardassians and Odo "I can replicate a mouse down to the last follicle but I can't figure out a human nose" the solace is shattered by the most tired-looking human being to ever darken a TV tube. Scary. But at least we're hitting the male 18-34 demographic hard. And the Homestar Runner sticker got airtime, so I'm really happy.

But Mr. Shouty is gone today and I am at peace in my heart.

Today for the first time in a long time I feel as tired as I look. But I found my long-lost "He's tanned, rested and dead: Nixon in '96" t-shirt and am wearing it proudly today. It gives me strength like bear.

My nephew has managed to survive Iraq. Whether he survives Kuwait and commercial travel home has yet to be seen.

Staff meeting at 4. No Mr. Shouty means we might get something accomplished, or at least get out in 15 minutes. Assuming I stay awake that long.

And it looks like tomorrow night's trivia contest might be off, Beck. We called to reserve a table two weeks ago and were fourth on the waiting list. They said they'd call us back today. We'll see....