Lana Turner

Was it my imagination, or were the Super Bowl ads this year Super Bowl duds?  The Doritos ads were an embarrassment.  Attempted animal abuse?  Really?  The ads that were supposed to be funny were closer to depressing.  Even the talking baby was a flop.  So sponsors, I don’t know how many millions you spent per minute but just to let you know....you got ripped off.  Those ads sucked.

Seriously.

Oh, and Saints?  Yay.

Just sayin’.

Go Saints.

Just sayin’.

Eddie Izzard

zsa zsa gabor

Roger Staubach

I guess it’s time to come clean.  Time to just be a man and own up to what is true.  Time to admit that yes, unbelievably, there is another love in my life.  Please don’t get me wrong, I still love my wife.  More than dirt.  It’s just that I have managed to open my heart and find a little room in there for someone else.  Well, actually, something else.  And that something is this:

The Peugeot Paris U’Select 5-Inch Chocolate Pepper Mill

*sigh*

For probably 20 years I have searched for the perfect pepper mill.  I have bought pepper mills that twist, shake, crank, electric pepper mills, gas powered pepper mills, even one solar powered pepper mill with an obvious fault.  But I have never been satisfied.  Until now.  This little five incher is just perfect.  Perfect action, perfect feel and, most importantly, perfect pepper.  I am so happy.  Finally.  It’s like Dorothy finally reaching Oz.  No wait, it’s like Dorothy finally reaching the Emerald City.  Yes, wait, no.  It’s like when Dorothy meets the wizard?  No, that’s not it.  When she get’s in the balloon that will take her home??  Noooo.  Well, crap.  I know it’s like Dorothy doing some damn thing.  Take my word for it.

Anyway, it’s a great pepper mill and, while it is a bit pricey, I highly recommend it.  It fills me with joy every time I use it.  I can feel my eyes welling up with tears now.

No, seriously.  My eyes are welling up.  I just used the PPU (yeah, that’s what the kids are calling it these days, I dunno) and I always have a bad ocular reaction when I use pepper.

Don’t judge me.

Rob Corddry

Maura Tierney

My good friend Statia has a post about reading her past blog posts.  Recently I have done the same thing on my own site.  I have gone back and, to be brutally frank, Do you know him, Brutally Frank?  BF, we used to call him?...wait what was I talking about??  Oh yeah, old blog posts.  I read some of my old stuff and it cracks me way up.  Some really funny stuff, in my not-so-humble opinion.  And then I get all fired up to do it again.  Easy, right?  Right.  So I sit there with keyboard in hand and I say to myself

“Buzz, write something funny.”

*blink*

“Go ahead, Buzzy boy.  Whip out a little wit.  Dazzle them!”

*whistles and looks around aimlessly*

“Oh geez, man.  Have you lost it?  Are you out of funny?”

*Ummmm.....A horse walks into a bar and the bartender says....*

“Oh for the love of Peter, Paul and Mary!  You KNOW that’s not what I’m talking about.  Now write something funny!”

So yeah, I need to write something funny.  That’s my goal.  I will work on it.  Hopefully when I write it I won’t have to explain that THAT was the funny.  Hopefully you’ll just know it when you read it.

Stay tuned.