Grumpier than usual today:

Moved to a new part of the office building. Less privacy. More difficult to de-stress by throwing out random lines from Raiders of the Lost Ark ("You throw me the idol! I throw you the whip!") or old disco lyrics ("Le freak. C’est chic.")

Cat hair on a black shirt (which, as a trivia note, was a rejected title for an old Tennessee Williams play)

What did happen to Agent Cooper after Bob possessed him? I mean, yeah, Naomi Watts and Laura Elena Harring--hot. But let’s keep our focus here.

The Bush administration helped write the Middle East “Road Map to Peace.” That’s like hiring the Unabomber to stuff envelopes.

What’s up with kids today and these “emo” bands? Are they so numb from a decade of detached, ironic music that they have to label a musical style that has emotional conviction? In my day, we didn’t call that kind of music “emo.” We called it U goddamn 2.

It’s the kind of day when you’d really rather stay home and watch “Saved by the Bell: The True Hollywood Story.”