Why Don't You Marry Him?

I have a piece in Wednesday’s Chicago Tribune about the Chicago Emmy Awards. It can be found on a panel a little bit farther down this home page. I am somewhat constrained space-wise by the Tribune, but I also wanted to mention in the piece, that either you or your employer has to nominate you. There is not some nominating God who swoops down and picks all of the best entries from the myriad of confusing and somewhat redundant categories, so it's somewhat self-serving. That said, I’m still happy that Pat, Mike and I are nominated however, and by whomever that came to be. Matt still seems like his work involving the nudity of MrSkin.com has the most potential for being fun on any given day. I hope that you enjoy the article. I even hearken back to the time when Garry Meier and I won an Emmy for ‘Greetings From Graceland’. There are a clips on YouTube, but one day, I’d like to put it out on DVD.

Janet greeted me with a rambling Garrison Keillor piece when I came downstairs today, and told me it was a must read. I assume that it’s her way of telling me that I need to be a better writer. She says it’s not, but that’s how she operates. Point taken, I guess. I thought it was kind of lame, and seemed like something a girl would write, but hey, that’s just me. We had a bit of a contretemps about it. As I get older, I find that I am less likely to share the really personal stuff. I might have possibly taken it the wrong way since I had just weighed myself for the first time in two weeks, and I was not exactly overjoyed with the results. I have been eating candy and baked goods non-stop for the last two weeks and I deserved to have my hopes of maintaining my weight crushed. I have been working out an hour a day and rewarding myself thusly. I might try a different approach to that: Like eating less and working out in a way that causes me to want to reward myself as little bit less.