Vince McMahon had been dreaming of having professional wrestling considered mainstream enough that it would be talked about on the entertainment shows, news, and by people at the water cooler. Thanks to Chris Benoit, all you see for the past couple of weeks is professional wrestling, but not in the light the WWE Chairman was expecting. My thoughts on why Benoit killed his wife and child? He probably caught her with another man, and he probably felt like a jerk for killing his kid’s mom. Or maybe he was just real fucked in the head.

It’s so hot here in the house, I swear I’m able to cook eggs on the desk top. I took a cold soda from the fridge and put it down… now it’s boiling. It’s disgusting, but the fans are on and keeping it as cool as possible. It’s good that I’m not here all day, otherwise I’d need a bucket to carry myself around in.

I’ve read a couple books this week that I want to share with you. The first is “Last Words” by Mariah Stewart. It’s a pretty good book, about a small town serial killer that calls for the attention of an FBI agent, and it gets pretty intense. The other is “Target” by Stella Cameron, and it’s a tough read. The story is good, but near the end it gets all choppy and confusing and I thought the final ending was pretty lame.

I couldn’t believe I did it. I brought my remote control (for my TV) to work. I laughed when I noticed it sitting on the passenger seat as I was getting ready to go home. But when I almost did it again the other day, I stopped and shook my head. It was so sad.

How the FUCK did “Ratatouille” get to be number one movie last week? What the hell were people thinking at the theaters? There was “Live Free or Die Hard” and… um… uh… okay. Maybe I can see how it became number one, with nothing else really to see. But $47 million? Couldn’t you have gone to the beach? Wouldn’t it have been more fun to slice your toes open and dip them in rubbing alcohol?

I recently mentioned my son “cut” his own hair and thus had to get a buzz to fix the mistake he made. I have to say, I think it’s adorable, but at the same time - every time I look at him I get a little shock treatment. I get used to it, he leaves the room, I see him five minutes later, and another shock to the system.

Maybe I’m just afraid he’s going to attack me in my sleep.