I’ve praised the advent of the Digital Video Recorder for saving me so much time and allowing me to never have to see a commercial.  The DVR will earn its keep yet again tonight when I record what used to be a watch-every-minute-of-it TV event – the MTV Video Music Awards.  I’m sure part of this stems from the fact that I am not part of the MTV demographic anymore but there really isn’t a channel for someone who is of VH1 age but prefers Headbanger’s Ball or the old 120 Minutes alternative show.  The MTV Music Awards Show used to be the one show I looked forward to for its spontaneity and memorable performances and that has been sorely lacking the past few years.

I’m all over the place today.  There is no theme today, only utterly haphazard slapdashery.

I’ve noticed another side effect of maturing (some call it aging).  In addition to preferring to drink less beer but better quality, there’s another overriding factor in limiting my drink intake.  Obviously the threat of a hangover is a great deterrent but an even larger factor now is watching my calorie count.  How flippin’ lame is that?  While I refuse to cut beer out of my life yet don’t want to get the dreaded beer gut, compromises mus ...