Things'll be better this time around
The bridges we built won't break down
Feelings won't be kept inside
We'll open doors, nothing to hide..."

--The Freddy Jones Band


You know, I really should be writing op-eds about politics and current events instead of narcissistic personal stories over and over...

So I'll keep today's narcissistic self-indulgence to a minimum (and totally ignore politics and current events, obviously.)

Two critical points for review tonight:

1.) Through a series of interesting events, I wound up in Greektown at 5AM on Sat- er, Sunday morning. Upon further review, the ruling on the field stands: My Big Fat Greek Wedding did take a few artistic liberties. But not many.

(It's one of the coolest spots in this city, however. Try the souvlaki.)

2.) Flipping channels on cable yesterday, your intrepid reporter uncovered a mind-blowing scoop:

Marty McFly and Dirk Diggler grew up in the same house.

I'm not kidding - check both movies for yourself. What does this say about Marty? About Dirk?

I mean, this changes everything. What does one do, where does one go, once you learn this? I could seriously write 700 words, and it looks like there's an opening, sadly, but tonight there are sandwiches to be made. I know I say it every week, but this week's really gonna kick my ass. Christ, why do I even bother (attempting) to entertain you people - I need to get some sleep. Goodnight. Sheesh.