Who's easier to score on, at this point? The entire Dodger bullpen or that girl from high school who was cute and popular but hated her dad and had serious self-image issues? I'm still going with Rudy Seanez and the boys. I bet Joe Beimel's dad didn't didn't give him enough compliments when he was a kid. Ditto Roberto Hernandez.

Who's the better leader, Grady Little or George Bush?

As I parked my truck head-in at a bar parking lot tonight, my headlights flashed on a white Prius with the license plate "OILSAVR."

Seriously, fuck that guy.

What a prick. Didn't he/she read Emily Bazelon's article on eco-snobs last week? Didn't they see that South Park? Christ, I don't think they even thought of the customized license plate in that episode, and goddamn if the South Park guys aren't really imaginative people.

More importantly, doesn't Little Miss Sunshine start out in New Mexico? Then why the fuck is there a bucket of Dinah's Chicken on the dinner table during the opening scene? Everyone knows Dinah's is a God's Country institution, right? It's a great movie, but I think that just killed it for me. Oh well.

At this point, I'm either (1.) gonna post some gimmicky YouTube question that the Republicans can dance around even more than the Dems, (2.) going to bed, or (3.) drinking too much and snorting too much cocaine and chasing my assistant's mom around the city. Since I just did a story on the dangers of "alcopops" and I have to write two more stories tomorrow morning I'm gonna go with option 2, I think. Buenas Nachos, pinche bitches.