Jack Cato has died. For anyone who knows me personally, Cato was the reporter who once drove full speed at a train -- there's no way you could know me for very long and not hear me tell that story.
My dad worked with Cato at KPRC and found him to be difficult and all but insufferable. Stories about Cato, the quintessential unkempt badass newsman had a profound impact on my wanting to be in television news.
Subject line on spam e-mail I received recently: "Combined we stand."
Have you ever heard that lame Hallmark-esque phrase: "Everything will be OK in the end. If it's OK, it's not the end."
That kind of makes you fear having things be OK, doesn't it?
Has anyone ever noticed that BBC Radio 2 is always on during breakfast at British hotels and B&Bs? Always. I think it may be law.
If I hear Terry Wogan's voice it makes me hungry.
Most amusing song lyric I've heard this week: "500 stitches every summer. A steel-toed boot up the motherf*cking ass. Yeah!"
A CD from Scissorfight is clearly the perfect gift for a 5-year-old.
I got an e-mail today from Jenna of Grand Forks, N.D. She wanted to know if I still had a free drink coupon for her favorite bar. Watch your back, Jenny, someone's out to steal your free drink.
It is easy to copy me.