It's a roller coaster around here. A clickable one.

I have all kinds of Madonna tickets to get rid of. I won't tell you how this happened, because it's pretty embarrassing. But I'm trying to sell them on eBay and Craigslist, and I'm not seeing a lot of action. And when I do see action, I lose money on the deal, because I'm apparently incapable of performing simple arithmetic. Which is sort of depressing, especially since I don't see myself getting out of the homework-helping woods any time soon.

But doggone it, that SNL Palin rap was hilarious. You betcha!

But the Red Sox lost tonight, which means the Devil Rays are going to the World Series. And that depresses me for many reasons, the least of which is that the baseball caps for the Phillies and Sox would have been my initials.



And that would have been cool.

(See how my mind works? And yet, you read my blog.)

Oh, but check this out for good news. Stephen Fry is following me on Twitter! And what if my peerless wit makes me stand out amongst the other 7,636 people he follows, and he decides to be my new best friend? How cool would that be? Very.

And yet, his erstwhile colleague Hugh Laurie is not following me on Twitter.

Honestly, up/down up/down up/down ... if I were willing to show my age, I'd say it reminds me of an old Ohio Players song.