Without going into the grim and gory details, nor the wailing and gnashing of teeth, the podcast that was to finally arrive tomorrow was murdered this evening. This is my first go as editor/producer/sound effectser/director, so to say there are growing pains is an understatement. Did I mention the gnashing of teeth? I have to start the editing from scratch (again, that is), and I’m doing that now. Chance of it arriving tomorrow is 0.36%. Sorry.

I’m now number 18 for “Frank” on Google. Considering all the competition for that name, I think that’s even more impressive than be number one for a name like… uh… “Glenn.”
I’m only 56 for the letter ‘j’, though.

Thought I’d share this anecdote from reader Dan:

I’m not Catholic, but I married one, so I guess I’m a Caholic-in-law. My oldest son is a 2nd grader at the local Catholic school. That should be sufficient background to set up the following conversation.
Son: Hey Dad, I get to do the reading at Friday’s Mass.
Me: Great son, why don’t you read it to me for practice.
Son: I already have it memorized.
Me: Let’s hear it.
Son: A reading from the book of Tobit…
Son: Dad, why are you laughing?
Son: Mom, why is Dad laughing at me?
Mom: Yeah, Dad, why are you laughing at him.
I thought you made that up!
Darn you Frank J.
(Not bad, 11 months later your post still makes me
laugh.)

I had forgotten all about those (and have never personally heard anyone ever quote the actual Book of Tobit). Here they are (potential blasphemy warning on all but number three):
Tobit 1:1-14
Tobit 2:1-10
Tobit 3:1-12
Tobit 4:1-22

Everything is like exploding at work, so my time is sparse. More humor (and the continuation of Superego which is nearing its end) will come soon… but I don’t know when.
Don’t go to another blog; just stay here and keep refreshing.

Well, it’s the postseason, and Roger Clemens takes the mound in Atlanta against Bobby Cox’s Braves today.
Unless, of course, Tammy rains the game out. Leave it to UN-loving Ted Turner to spend hundreds of millions of other people’s dollars and rake in trunkloads of tax breaks just to build an open-air stadium, eh.
Anyway, Roger’s got the best ERA in the league even if his win-loss record doesn’t reflect his amazing performance this year. For some reason, run support vanishes when he plays, the middle-relief crumbles, and errors pile up like cars on a freeway fleeing a hurricane.
I have this game called Who Screwed Roger Clemens Bingo where I post up a Bingo card:

And then you can track who screws Roger Clemens with lousy play or failing to come through in the clutch.
The center square is a free square. If you get five in a row, Frank J. will kill a monkey in your honor.
So play ball, and play Bingo!