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Well, the Sopranos began their new season tonight, and I won't reveal any plot points here because in case someone on the West Coast is reading this before 9 pm out there I don't want to play the spoiler. (This was brought to my attention by the head of the San Diego fan club, much thanks.)

So, while I won't give away plot points, I will mention that Vinny Delpino, Doogie Howser's best friend, is now one of Tony's underlings. He even ends up guarding Tony's house because a bear is in the backyard. At one point he tells Carmela that if anyone gets injured by the bear he has a good friend who is a teenage doctor.

I just gave away a plot point, didnt I? The bear plot was a little random, but it reminded me of the time that a racoon was in our attic when I was a child and I thought that someone was trying to break into the house everynight and didn't have a good nights sleep for about 8 years. That was nice.

I had a Red Bull the other night at about 8 pm as a little pick-me-up before the two Saturday Shows. I had 2 great sets, though I think that it may have had to do with the involuntary twitching that has yet to stop 2 days later.

Speaking of Red Bull, if you are looking for a legal high, I recommend getting a venti anything at Starbucks and then putting about 4 sugars in it and drinking it with your legs up on a table. It's a good time and it's legal. More expensive than cocaine, but legal.

One of the wonders of the internet is that I can see where I get hits on this website from. And it appears that someone from Comedy Central has been checking in pretty frequently. I just want to say that I know what you're up to and I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

I still haven't seen, nor plan on seeing, the Mel Gibson Jesus movie. However, in honor of the movie I've built a cross and put it outside my apartment and have been asking the Jews who walk by if they want me to cruxify anyone. Turns out most Jews aren't into killing people. Maybe I'll make a movie about that and then sell every little stupid fuckin product I can think of related to said movie. Sound's like a pretty good idea. And then just like Mel, it will be because I have great faith.

In summation, I've gotten to the age where drinking a glass of milk means that I'll be farting my brains out for about 2 hours.

Goodnight.