I swear to god I saw a pimp and a preist walking down the street together and laughing this morning. Almost made my day.

Big Man on Broadway. Ned Beatty is getting great reviews for his role in "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" in NYC, but the actor whose big name anchored TV's Homicide: Life on the Streets gave less than adequate marks to his big name co-stars on Broadway.

Boy Pants. A friend of mine (not his real name) saw British pop icon Robbie Williams walking down the street in London the other day. I asked my friend if he yelled, "Take that!" or something similarly unclever at the superstar, but he said he looked like he didn't want to be disturbed. I think Robbie would have been receptive, but may have been intimidated by my friend's man-pri's.

Interestingly enough, Robbie Williams and I share a birthday.

Arrested Commencement. Seeing Max turn up on "Gilmore Girls" has me thinking about Kicking and Screaming a lot recently. Specifically whether its a bad sign that my favorite movie from my senior year in college, a movie about recent college graduates, still seems relevant to me eight years later. And Gilmore Girls, Max? It's like when Ernest Borgnine played the doorman on "The Single Guy." Or worse than that, when Martin Sheen was in a made-for-TV movie with ALF.

Two friends mocked me today for starting a blog. Both of these people have the same name. I'm not sure what that means, but it does make it easier to dismiss at least one of their comments.

I finally found out which side of the road they drive on in Spain.

Offseason's Greetings. It's been a month and three days since the Sox lost, and if you think you've recovered enough to revisit MLB's 2003 playoffs, Roger Angell is back in this week's New Yorker. Now I'm a faithful subscriber to his passionate, measured, and well-written accounts, but these days it feels like the Sports Guy is still the only one who really understands.

In case I had any misguided notions of being the only blog on the block (which I didn't), the D.C.MetroBlogMap helped set me straight...

Since the first post was all about me, I should give some credit to Hillary for the ridicule and coercion mentioned below. Thanks for the support, but I'm still not sure anyone else wants to know that the five-dollar bill is my favorite.

BLOG #1. Ridicule. Coercion. Boredom. These are the factors that have led me to blog. I’ve always assumed that my thoughts are of little interest to my friends and loved ones, let alone the general public. Prove me wrong.