Just got in from Cleveland. Thanks for missing me. You folks are too sweet! I wish I had some exciting tale from the Midwest to share. Alas, it was pretty boring. Oh! We did go to dinner at a horrible restaurant that was, get this, Dickensian in theme. Literally. Puffy shirts on the valets just like that Seinfeld episode. Other than that it was pretty boring. Didn't go to the Rock Hall this time. I'll go back next year if Elvis Costello gets inducted this year. He's on the ballot along with a bunch of others including ABBA. ABBA and Costello. Good, eh?

Glad to be back. It does a heart good to fly over the skyline of Manhattan and feel like you're home. Living here also makes you appreciate a good newspaper. Now, there are plenty of good papers in the country. I like the Washington Post, the Chicago Tribune, the LA Times and I'll always have a soft spot for the Detroit Free Press. However, reading the Cleveland Plain Dealer every morning was frustrating. Sorta like reading those blurbs they have on Yahoo. Nothing, though, will ever compare to my snooty New York Times. Why, by the way, does the Times cost a dollar (as opposed to 75 cents) outside of the Metro area when there's less content in it (no local sections or classifieds)? Weird.

Oh, word of advice. If you're ever in Cleveland don't make fun of them about the time the Cuyahoga River caught fire. They're still kinda sensitive about it...

I can't sleep in hotels very well so my insomnia followed me. I'm gonna surf until West Wing and then watch this Christopher Reeve documentary on ABC and see how mad I get at him. Rant tomorrow, I'm sure...