Tilting towards anarchy

It's official. My bud Steve "transferred" from his station to work with me, and now our plan to take over the world can finally be put into motion. Bwahahahahahahahaha!

There's a freezing rain warning for Memphis tonight and tomorrow morning, so naturally most of the city is in full panic mode. Cries of "Remember 1994!" ring out from people hanging out their car windows on the way to Kroger to buy up the last of the honey wheat bread (Kroger brand, because who cares if you get the Colonial brand when trees are falling on your house?). Meanwhile, Val's been sick, I never fixed up the fireplace so we missed out on a good night for a raging fire, and, oh yeah, when I was on the ladder over the garage fixing sagging lights, Val called, and it was so cold that it shattered the cover of my fancy new AT&T Tilt cellphone. Which wouldn't matter, except that that it's a touch screen phone, so I can't use many features, and everything else involves time-consuming scrolling. So there's that frustration.

I can't entirely complain about the SURVIVOR finale. I had been rooting for Bob most of the season, so I can't be upset that he won, though by the end I was rooting for Sugar to win it all. However, the jury shut out Sugar in the voting, and I'm puzzled as to why. Even though she spent the first half almost entirely at Exile Island, she managed to control the game by cultivating relationships with those in power at the time, and it was because of her respect for Bob that he didn't get sent home sooner, and he owes half the winnings to her as gratitude.

A big CONGRATULATIONS to my big brother Scott and his lovely wife Jenn for running the Dallas half-marathon this past weekend. To say that I'm impressed would be understating my respect for y'all's dedication, hard work and faith that you could do it. Good job, guys!