Yes, that is what I am suffering from. I have been sitting in front of my computer for too many hours yesterday and today–oh, and Monday as well. Who would have thought that the most tired part of the body resulting from promoting a book could be the butt. So for that reason, I must give it a proper rest. Before I do, it is time for a comedy break; at least I hope you feel that what I intend as humor seems funny to you. The best I can offer today, from my list of topical phrases for future use is this: Burpin’ Brats. So what’s that you say? Well, I see it as reality-TV, perhaps a spinoff from Supernanny. Then again, perhaps even BETTER, maybe a show based on competitive eating contests! Can’t you just see–and hear Sonia Thomas cutting loose with a room-shaking belch after downing 50 bratwurst in 3 minutes and 49 seconds? Perhaps Johnsonville Sausage would not want to sponsor either show, I don’t know. If you think so, go ahead and give some network producers a treatment; with the writers strike what have you got to lose. Just give me a credit if you sell it. No, wait a minute, I don’t think I would want my name associated with that–I HATE reality TV.
