Alaska

After spending a week in Alaska, I've been spending most of what little free time I have trying to figure out why I don't live there.

One thing I am sure of is that deep sea fishing is overrated. I pulled up a barely-legal halibut that was less of a fighter than John Walker Lindh and still had to take a nap afterwards due to exhaustion. When it was gutted and prepared by friends who are more suited to these types of projects, I realized that I don't even like fish. I like tarter sauce. Fish is just an excuse.

Regardless, it was again hard to leave. Renee took a weeks worth of pictures on our new digital camera and, moments before we left for the airport, accidently found the button to delete every single one of them. Good thing we didn't see bigfoot.

Hero update -

The day after that dry-rot skank Jeanette Walls printed her story on MSNBC.com (read July 31st update), another cunt George Rush from the Daily News reran the piece as his own almost verbatim. In comedy, we call that hacking. In the gossip world, having the ability to change three or four words from someone elses junk must be looked upon as talent. I've got a few stray emails threatening boycotts. Funny, nobody knowing who the hell I am has been a great boycott so far in my career. Tough to dent that.