What the hell am I doing?

Wait, did I just start a blog? Shit. Do I have to write in this thing now? Oh, shit.

Other bloggers: I sound a call, similar to the call in 100 Dalmatians when that one dog yaps and all the others yap back and they figure out where the puppies are.

Hear my siren, as if blasted from one of those jewish seashell-looking things: BWAHHHHH!!!!

What do I do now in this space? Bloggers, help me. Stick your blogging-teats in my mouth and let me suckle and receive the nutritious wisdom of your ways.

Here's a "witty observation" (these are welcome here, no?): Jerry Orbach died today. (wait, it's going to get witty in a sec...) And the only kind of cool thing about that is that I just mentioned him in this review that I did for LA Weekly, so now my review has been slightly elevated from "crap someone reads while taking a crap" to "crap/little homage."

Jerry Orbach was great, especially in Crimes and Misdemeanors.

My friend Emily once told me her theory of celebrity deaths: They go up in groups of three together. The other day, the brilliant, if obnoxious writer Susan Sontag died. So far, her and Jerry are whooping it in heaven. Who's next?