I watched Rocky last night. I really only watched an hour of it. I may have reached the age where I fall asleep in front of the TV. It happened to me three times this week. Man, that Rocky is a great film. I don't have much to say today. My lights were on last night and there were no punks sitting on my car. All is right with the world. It was chilly last night, great sleeping weather. Is that anything? Did you know that the new Weezer CD is only 28 minutes long? I like it, but come on, kick me another song for 13 bones, you know! I've got nothing today, absolutely nothing. I need a nap. Have a great day. I just had a great idea! Rather than end my diary now, I'll let Walter, my friend and webmaster, say anything he wants. No theme, no nothing. Just space to write about anything, absolutely anything. OK Walter, take it away....

The only thing I did last night was watch a baseball game. Oakland vs. Yankees. Anyway, during the game they often take shots of people in the crowd with wacky signs or with their face painted. Last night, they took a shot of a young guy sitting by himself way up in bleachers wearing a wacky hat. It made him look like he had a bat going through his head. Wacky! The guy looked like a normal young man, just out enjoying a nice night of baseball. So they keep taking shots of this young man and the announcers are making stupid comments like, "Wow, I bet that hurt!" and "That's the strangest bat boy I've ever seen!" More shots of the guy, more lame jokes. Suddenly, the boy takes out a pipe (presumably filled with pot) and lights up! All you see is this huge flame and the guy taking a big drag on the pipe. They just showed a guy smoking pot on TV! It was a great live TV moment. Needless to say, they didn't take any more shots of the young man.
That's all I got.

Much love to Bob.