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As if changing one's e-mail address and IM name aren't enough, there are more changes happening here at Rubinville. You may have noticed a new welcome sign on the home page along with a new text for our scrolling ticker. You might need to click refresh to get the page to come up with the new stuff if it doesn't show up right away.

Also, you can check out the new and improved www.comedycompanynyc.com. The whole site is redesigned and ready to go. Many thanks to my trusty webmaster Steve Giordano, of the only rock band with a flute that I know of, Bluish. Check them out at www.bluishband.com.

And as long as I'm giving out thanks, lemme thank Christie (don't know her last name) of www.allthingschristie.com. She heard rumors about me being a big video game fan and was able to snag me a copy of Dead of Alive Ultimate on X-Box. Unfortunately, I've got Playstation 2, but thanks to the truly amazing and wonderful gift receipt I'll transform the game into something that plays on PS2. Speaking of transformers (amazing how I can turn anything into a discussion about Transformers, isn't it?), check out Christie's website for an ode to Optimus Prime who recently passed away from prostate cancer.

A final thanks to Bob Castrone for letting his girlfriend give me a videogame and not letting it affect our friendship. Now, if I sleep with here, we're still okay, right? Find out more about Bob at www.myblogispoop.blogspot.com. It's not as dirty as is sounds, I assure you.

So, for the first time, since 4th grade pee-wee league baseball, I won a sports championship. Yup, thats right, we won the finals of the Chelsea Piers league in a nail biter, 63-58. I chipped in only 4 points but two of them we're in the form of a big jumper with about two minutes remaining. We got a big trophy and got to take a poloroid picture. Winning the superbowl it ain't but it felt pretty damn good.

After the game, some of the guys wanted to go get drinks, which my roomate and I passed on. I've never really understood going right from running around for hours to getting drunk. I like going from running around to laying on the couch until I pass out. Call me old fashioned.

Oh, you know what, I'm feeling nice, here are a couple more thanks to random people...

My parents, for without the dysfunction of my family I could never be this funny.

Bob Jeurgens, who has taught a Jew to drink like he was Irish.

Clyde Drexler, who taught me to stick with it long enough to win my first quasi-adulthood championship

Mike Singer, who always reminds me never to write a new joke, no matter how funny I think it is.

The girl who works at the bodega downstairs who always gives me coffee even though I always tell her not to give me coffee the next day because I'm trying to cut down.

Meghan Hanley, who has taught a Jew to drink like he was Irish.

Bill Maher, for being someone who has made it, and still has intergrity.

Hot and Crusty, for making surprisngly good pizza in addition to great bagels.

Oh, and God, for all the good stuff that happens. I excuse you for the bad stuff.