I'm sort of anti-blog lately. Blogger burnout? Wedding overload? Lack of coherent thought? Or maybe my faulty comments are to blame. No matter the cause, I'm feeling a little distant from paraphrasing these days. Perhaps I'd prefer everything unabridged for a while.

This curious state of affairs hasn't stopped me from taking and posting a few new photos: My favorites being of the resplendent Nancy, my gift to the two girls I tutor during the year; and of last Saturday's party host and his honest feelings about my picture-taking. Oh, lest we forget the jaunt to Hooters in Bellevue, WA. I can't think of two more inappropriate patrons than Aaron and myself...

It also hasn't stopped me from wondering how Jennifer Aniston feels about Rock Star being a "SPECIAL! $1.99" basement-budget pay-per-view on DIRECTV. Or marveling that Andy Warhol was once on Love Boat.

And please, please! tell me you've been watching Crank Yankers. Please.

Oh, I just might've found something worse than Whammy with Todd Newton: Revealed with Jules Asner. (Cue Heather: "You Won't Know It, Until We Reveal It.") I'd lke to see a list of E! on-air "personality" requirements one day.

Hey, I think I'm cured!