Where did the day go?

I hate myself sometimes. OK, so most of the time, but you get the point.

Maybe it was that post I wrote on Saturday, or maybe it was something else, but I missed Sunday's 6th season premiere of Curb Your Enthusiasm - the second funniest show on TV. I had to set one of those cable-TV reminders to bleep my TV when 9 o'clock came around on Monday to catch the shortest-ever repeat episode. Never mind that it interrupted my constant switching between the Phillies and the Ravens - seriously, folks, I think I lived in Baltimore in a previous life, since I'm inexplicably drawn to the Orioles and Ravens - but I finally saw the show. Let me tell ya. If you have any way of getting HBO for free, even for 6 months like I did, do it just to see this show. And, if you haven't seen it for any of the other 5 years it has been on, start with season 1 and work your way forward. Hear me now, believe me later.

Not to mention that I fell asleep during the Eagles game on Sunday. It's one of those things. I go to the gym, get lunch, flip on the TV for the game and by 3:30 I'm out - Saturday post notwithstanding. Perhaps gratefully, I missed the game-winning field goal by that kid from Colorado, and I had to see it on highlights and read about it in the newspaper and hear about it on the radio.

So now, I see that one of my former Blogger buddies has made her blog "subscribers only." What's the point, I wonder [quietly to myself]? Why not just send out e-mail's? If the purpose of blogging is to make your skewed viewpoint accessable to the general public, why would you bother to make it "subscriber only"? You want to know why? Ask me, I might tell. Some of you might be dying to know.