It may not seem like a big deal to a lot of you but for me this is nothing short of a miracle. An act of true pharmaceutical intervention.

Back in April, when I first visited my family doctor, I was so quivering and clammy the doc actually suggested we go outside to talk about my anxiety. Because grass is softer than vinyl tile and his liability would be lessened if I fainted there.

Zoloft works. Period. Tom Cruise can shove his zealous rhetoric up his Thetan hole.

Friday, when I said tomorrow, I meant today.

I'm not going to spoil this with a lot of commentary. I think the video speaks for itself.

I'm the second dad from the left. That's stage right for those of you who've ever treaded the boards. And yes, the first twenty-seven seconds are video of a dark stage... but listen to the ladies scream. Pure gold.

This reminds me of my week on the river. I'm sure wherever he is, Claire is blaming me for breaking the shitter.

Ok, you asked for it. Here's the clip of me on Touched By An Angel.

I admit now, having watched it again for the first time in almost ten years, that my reaction is not as dramatic as I recall it being. It seems now that my "what the hell?" take was not much more than an overacted shrug. Though I do recall clearly doing a "what the hell?" version of the scene, I guess it was not what made it into the final version.

Also, It was not the old lady who interrupted the ceremony. As you'll see, it was Roma Downey who pissed on the festivities with a dove-delivered message straight from Gawd Himself. I wonder if he signed it Himself or if he used an autopen. Linda Kelsey was the actress having trouble with her very short line... the one about the gas company.