Let me just say this – if I ever meet the guy who designed the ramp and exit system at JFK Airport in Queens, he’s getting his ass kicked. It took me a half hour – A HALF HOUR – to find my way out of that maze and back onto the Van Wyck Expressway after I dropped Bry off at the airport for his journey back to the land of rain, Microsoft, coffee and airplane manufacturing. I nearly found my way onto the Belt Parkway, but going in the wrong direction (which, as it turned out, was a good thing, because the traffic going west, the way I would have wanted to go (if I chose to take the Belt) was JAM PACKED. Once I managed to find my way back into the airport and to Terminal 6, where I dropped Bry off (seemed like a logical place to start over…), it was literally a half hour after I shook Bry’s hand and watched him disappear into the terminal.

The moral of the story? JetBlue needs to start service to Newark.

In rereading my last post, I’m starting to wonder if I automatically assume everyone has a negative view of me…as the Magic 8-Ball would say, signs point to “yes”, and that can’t be healthy.

So, it’s Christmas night. Traditionally, I would be in the movies right now, enjoying whatever film debuted today. Indeed, I was supposed to be seeing Ali tonight with Darren, Ali (Darren’s wife, not the afforementioned boxer), and Bry, among others.

But then I found out who the “others” were. One is the guy I still want to punch in the face for his actions of late, and the others being two sets of sisters who, I get the impression, don’t like me very much. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not really one for uncomfortable situations. (Especially when there’s that “punch someone in the face” temptation.) So instead of Ali, I sit at home and watch reruns of “Biography” and “The Naked Chef” on cable.

Sigh. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.

Here’s a fun little diversion, courtesy of Liquid Generation…again, I just can’t resist a pot-shot…
The Mystery of Britney’s Breasts
Link stolen from Dan

In honor of the holiday…
Walking Onto a Bare Stage (and Into Scrooge’s Skin)

It’s just another lonely Christmas. I feel like I should be singing an Elvis song or something.

It’s Christmas in Hollywood, and love is in the air at FOX.
Link pilfered from TV Barn.

So in just about 8 and a half hours, Darren and I will be headed off to JFK airport to collect Bry. It’s been just about a year since I saw him last, and I’m curious to see how Seattle’s been treating him.

I should probably get my ass to bed…

The Trentonian: CATS UNDER SIEGE
A pack of three wild dogs has been terrorizing the residents of Belmont Circle, pulling their cats from porches and eating them for dinner.

Anyone who knows me knows who I’m rooting for…

‘Anti-Semitic’ French envoy under fire
Gee…a rude Frenchman. I never would have dreamed…