...You got a lot of sh*t on your head

Tony called today to inform me that Mitch Hedberg had passed away. That cast a dark shadow on a somewhat decent day. Evidently he OD'd. That didn't really surprise me, being that his sort of humor probably was helped by some influence not occurring in nature. I guess it's true that some of the greatest artists are the most troubled.
I think I'll go have a baked potato and some Ritz crackers.

...Hey, can I call you back?

That sentence is almost as easy to type as it would have been for the jackass in front of me at the gas station to say. Yes, you pompous ass, you can call your friend back to talk about how bad a racquetball player Steve is after you answer the clerks question and pay at least enough attention to have your wallet out. Yes, even pretentious douchebags have to pay for their gas.
Another thing I have noticed, being that I work in a college town, is that college students seem to prefer their phone to actual human contact. When I was in college we walked to campus with other people; and actually talked to them. I wish I had a shiny quarter for every time I have seen a group of students walking together with one on their phone talking to someone who is obviously more important than the person they are walking with. What's even better is when I have seen two girls walking together while both on their phones. I can't help but wonder if they are just talking to each other.