Ned Who?

There are only two men for whom I would leave my Emerson-attending beau.

Here they are:





I'm not the only one who notices this, right? That slowly the two loves of my life have been merging into one even more perfect man who sings heartbreaking ballads through a mouthful of gravel and has a rocket of an arm which he sometimes uses to throw into triple coverage? That IS what's going on here, right?

...and the Quest for a Convivial Colleague

So....I've been away for a while. Almost two months.

I've started to write a number of times, but truthfully, it's difficult at the moment. I began this blog as a way of keeping my friends up-to-date about my undercover work in the land of television.

Well, it blows. My advice to both detectives and budding television writers: don't trust anybody.

As a detective, you'll overlook a critical suspect. As (a detective working undercover as) a lowly assistant, you will find your boss, your coworkers, your friends, as well as your enemies lying to you.

I miss thugs and hoodlums who only tried to steal fortunes from old widowed aunts and run me off the road and down into steep ravines. I hope my case here is almost finished.