Next on VH1: Behind the Webserver.

The Web is no longer this new and shiny thing that I’ve just discovered, but is now enough of an established institution that it can produce “where are they now?” stories.

I am furious schnitzeled.

I spent last night more or less comatose, and most of today lying around continuing the long, slow, process of digestion while I waited (I’m still waiting, really) for the blood to leave my stomach so that I can start using my brain again.

I’ll stick to Bradgelina and Bennifer II rumors, thanks.

I am on the verge of declaring a total ban on news and politics in my apartment in anticipation of the piss and vinegar that’s going to start getting sprayed all over the place.