Friday Night With Otis

Zip. Zero. Nothing.

You have to do something in order to write something. I have not done much lately. Well, there was the contest we had earlier today to see who could go the longest without putting a finger in their nose. I lost. Hank won. Mo was a distant second.

What is it about Forrest Gump that just makes you want to watch it every time you see it listed? He just busted the guys at the Watergate Hotel and got discharged from the army. But he kept the ping-pong paddle.

Remind me to take all Billy Joel off of my Ipod. It's not that I don't like him - hell, he's on my Ipod. But the Sex Pistols came on after "Italian Restaurant" and it just doesn't flow. Sure, I could take out "Anarchy in the UK" but "Jane Says" came after that and it worked.

In an attempt to rid our house of alcohol, Chick and I have been drinking Yukon Jack and cola. It's pretty good really. I've been going through all the boxes in the basement marked 'bar' that came from our last house. For those of you that may have been there, you may recall that we actually had two bars. So, we are still sorting through the carnage. I doubt we will ever finish the 18 bottles of schnapps. But the Yukon Jack is half-empty. Or half-full, depending on your point of view.

By the way, we really are not trying to rid our house of alcohol. We're just trying to clean up the basement.

After the Yukon Jack it's on to the 151. Ouch! It's going to be a long December and that's not just the Counting Crows song I'm hearing right now.

Is Lt. Dan an idiot an asshole or a CSI detective? And why in the hell would someone want to shoot Gerald Ford? Lincoln, okay. Kennedy, fine. Reagan, sure. But Gerry?

No wonder Betty drank.

I wonder if she liked Yukon Jack and cola?