Part 513 of my 32 part series...

The thing I hate to hear out of people when I say I'm a writer is "I'd write a book if I only had the time!", as if time were the key factor. As if understanding the myriad other things that go into a book somehow don't count as much.

I'm going to round us a group of hobos. Put them in a room with paper and pens. And come back in six months. We'll see what type of book they produce in such time.. I suspect it may be an all-monkey version of Hamlet.

But time is a definite hurdle, so todays sage advice is:

Ain't Nuttin' To It But To Do It

The End.

Another night of little boy shame on American Idol....

(in Emperor Palapatines voice) Sanjaya, your shame sustains me!

Move over Adam Sandler, there's a new wedding singer in town and his name is young Master Malakav...

and I'm convinced he doesn't realize he's a joke.. he took Simon's mocking "Incredible!" seriously, or at least seriously enough to shout out "Welcome to the universe of Sanjaya!"

So I predict Sanjaya is safe for another week thanks to Vote for the Worst, although secretly I think Dumbo Ears Phil was the worst and will go.

Also, among my personal irk, are when people get a new car as a present, and they have a giant novelty bow on them. Usually I see them on Christmas commercials, but there was just one on Sweet Sixteen. Yes, I have the viewing habits of a 15 year old girl. I'm comfortable with that.