Light Spread of Butter on Your Bread

They say that the good die young. Great... but what exactly constitutes "young"? (I keep hearing about 40 being the new 30, or some such bullshit... tell that to my liver) And good? Not to get into a pointless discourse about semantics or anything, but just what the hell counts as "good" these days? For me, "good" is a grilled cheese sandwich... with the bread nice and crusty/toasty (but not burned) and the cheese (American slices, of course) all ooey-gooey! That shit is good, but, as far as I know, a sandwich can't die... it can be eaten, by me, with great, almost frightening voracity (and a nice, cold glass of milk), but it can't die. That being said, I've not run across too many old sandwiches in my time.

Blah, Blah, Blog

So...

I used to blog semi-frequently on MySpace, but I haven't signed on to the site in months... seems like way too much trouble at this point.

I blog for our station's website (I work in the teevee!)... inane crap about sports... stats, steroids and other such shit. Over there, I never really have anything all that entertaining to say... not that I could if I cared to do so.

Now, I have decided to blog here. Wow, I've become quite the little compu-monkey, flinging my cyber-poo into yet another corner of the world wide web.

Hopefully, I'll have something inspired, interesting or just plain insane to say at some point.