Just getting around to watching Bill Maher from Friday night. I had a vague dislike for Jane Harman when she was a DINO in Congress, though I didn’t really know all that much about her. Glad to see my dislike was justified. I found myself wishing she’d just shut the fuck up. Michael Moore was on the panel next to her, and I kept hoping he’d just lean over and swallow the skank (who appears to be in training for the coveted “Nancy Reagan Shriveled Husk” award) up in one bite. Bill also had Tom Morello on. Is he any relation to Joe Morello, whose “Rudimental Jazz” was my drumming bible? Much like the Catholic Bible, it was something I never mastered and wound up giving up on – at least with Joe’s book, I could just sit there without that ridiculous kneeling-standing-sitting routine I remember from Sundays of yore. Normally, I’d have watched Bill yesterday morning but I couldn’t ‘cuz I spent most of the day cowering in a bunker in an undisclosed location, praying that the big nasty satellite didn’t hit me. Much to my chagrin, when I emerged I found out the sucker had actually come down while I was still in bed. I hope all of you are similarly unscathed. Sadly, now I’ve pretty much wasted the whole weekend. Good thing I love my job.