Well, not really. I was going to do it during this morning’s show. Unfortunately, I never got further than the title because it gets busier in there than I think it does. I assume things like, “Oh, I will be able to blog during the show. Plenty of downtime.” and then I find out I was wrong. Every time.

Thanks to my buddy Rich and his love of Iron Maiden, I’ll get to see Cheech & Chong when they come to Charlotte in April. Rich had tickets, then found out he could go see Maiden in Ft. Lauderdale the same night so Rich’s Cheech & Chong tickets have become my Cheech & Chong tickets. Rich is a dude who knows the way to my heart and also knows where his excess tickets will be properly appreciated.
I got to see Tommy Chong a couple of years ago when The Comedy Zone was still in Charlotte. Maffew and I emceed the show that night and we met Tommy Chong in his dressing room, which was a 4×8 closet near the front door. Exciting. That and drinking Diet Coke on the Stone Sour tour bus shoot down so many of those rock star-ish thoughts. “So what’d you guys do when you met Corey Taylor? Did you nail all the furniture to the ceiling or sacrifice a goat or what?” “We drank Diet Coke and he talked about Playstation.” “Oh. Really? I sort of wish you’d never told me that because he used to seem so cool.” “Nope, sort of boring. Every bit as much as you and I.”  It’s unfortunate.

I got to finally go and get that new tattoo last Tuesday. B’dis. It is incredibly itchy for a third consecutive day but man it looks every bit as good as the cat’s cradle on my forearm. No color yet for the new one. The intricate line work took some time and I was wiggling involuntarily after a 45 minutes or so of covering up an old tattoo that was half scar tissue. They said tattoos on scar tissue hurt and I will say that is not a lie. If you get a tattoo on a scar, think about how you got the scar when you’re getting the tattoo there, then tell me the tattoo doesn’t hurt worse than the initial incident. Unless it’s a surgery scar because it doesn’t count if you’re being cut when they have you at that point where you have no idea what’s going on. You’re nearly dead at that point.
Oh, right. I’m going back for color either this week or next. I will take pictures from every possible angle once it’s finished.

There is a lot of Abraham Lincoln stuff going on lately. More than a normal President’s Day. The Lincoln Bible at Obama’s inauguration, the concert by the Lincoln Memorial, Lincoln all over my TV all weekend long and up until yesterday. Lots of Lincoln celebrating. I’d rather get back to 3-4 years ago when books were coming out about the supposed homosexuality of the 16th president. That was far more fun than seeing people celebrate the crap I was taught in 3rd grade history. Boo.

My roommate and I inherited a Wii over the weekend. Nothing much to say about that. If you’d been at my house a half hour ago, you would’ve seen Matt and I playing Smackdown Vs RAW 2009 like a couple of flailing idiots. It’s fun. Undeniably, hilariously fun. There’s a game called Wario’s Smooth Moves and man that game is like every acid tripping 70s kids show you can think of crammed into a truly interactive motion-sensing video game format. It’s like being in heaven, or epileptic hell.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to bowl a game as soon as I finish this and feel like putting in Wii Sports again.

All I can think about now is Wii bowling. I guess I am done with this already. Convenient, if nothing else.