the sub-councious is a pretty powerful machine, if you know how to use it. luckily, i’m pretty in-tune with my body and all that junk, but last night’s dream really was a stumper:

tonysquares: hey, burt
burtbath: good morning, anthony

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i posed this question: “if you had a drink named after you, what would it be?” the following famioso (def: definition not found), living and dead, answered with the following:

i’ve been mulling over my idea for a nickelodeon/disney tv movie called “my dog did my homework.”

a friend recounts his last moments with the pope:

i’m not sure if you guys caught it or not, but i was on larry king last week. larry and i chatted for almost the full hour, and i don’t have the entire transcript, so here’s a quick excerpt:

wouldn’t that be funny if the terry schiavo case was like the most elaborate april fool’s day joke ever?