It was the best of times...

Oh, man.  What a week.
 
Randy Johnson still hasn't been traded to the Yankees.  Jay London still has a chance to win Last Comic Standing.  Catwoman still sucks.  Kerry and Edwards still can't keep their hands off of each other.  And M. Night Shamalamadingdong still can make a good scary movie.  Nothing has really changed in the world, right?
 
Wrong.  You're a Blog has been brought into the world.  You're welcome.
 
Man, what a run it has been so far.  So many memories, so many moments to treasure. 
 
Like that time when I found out Jason Lee and Spud were downing drinks in the Big Apple (and they weren't Bellinis, Nordberg.  Tool.)  Man, we went through some serious "reading on the edge of our desk chairs" with that one. 
 
I can't believe how time has just flown in the process of getting this site up and running.  It almost makes me forget about that time when I broke down for all of you what it truly means to be phoning it in.  I know I've pulled my shares out of AT&T, since it is so apparent they have a low return on investment. 
 
And speaking of Roy, I remember when he was my only reader, and truly pondered what it meant in the maiden post, "If a blog is created on the internet, and Condon doesn't tell anyone about it, does my keyboard make a sound?"  By Roy, I must mean Jayesh  (Who the ???). 
 
Finally, when Spud tried to put the Tour de France in its place by extolling the values and intensity of the World Series of Poker to us.  Well played, clerk.  At least we are all in agreement of one thing.  The WNBA sucks.
 
This is Condon, saying it's never to early for a clip show.