Guess who's back...back again

That's right...if anyone still cares enough to check JJ's blog, JJ's done with finals (as of about an hour ago), JJ's bowl section stories are in, JJ's house has been taken over by the cleaning lady (not to mention the in-laws), and JJ's back speaking in third person on his blog.

JJ's gotta do, what JJ's gotta do.

As one might expect, the blog fodder has slowed recently, apparently an epidemic among all of us in this fine community, judging by y'all's equally sparse blogging habits of late. Let's just say I've been wearing entirely too many "hats" lately, spreading myself a bit thin.

But, as they say, it's all over but the crying, so let the sitcom that is my life begin.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, my wife, Megan, and I have been living in her parents' house since August, housesitting for the traveling in-laws who have just completed a semester in London and soon embark for a semester in New Zealand.

They're home for the holiday's, though, and Megan's twin sister, Andrea, and her husband, Chris, arrive tonight. Andrea and Chris, a Mancunian (that's a person from Manchester, England) are moving back from Manchester and will be sharing the house with us until the escape, er graduate, in May.

So, we have twin sisters living in the same house with their husbands, one of who is a sportswriter and the other of who is British. All we need to do is find a minor celebrity to dub as the voice of Fat Chile the Cat (I'm thinking maybe Christian Slater if he's not busy, but maybe Wick can hook me up with James Garner) and I think we can sell it to UPN, if not ABC. I haven't come up with a title for our li'l show, yet, so suggestions are welcomed.

One week until my favorite holiday, though I might change my tune after 40 hours at Slackers next week. For those of you who haven't experienced a retail Christmas, it could best be compared to treatment from an amateur acupuncturist, in your eye. That means it sucks.

I heard a rumor that the Co Mo'ian might do some sort of ebonics follow on Ricky's Greatest Hits (something to the effect of "Do black people really talk like that when they talk to each other?" or so I'm told). If anyone can confirm this, I would suggest they tell someone, T.War perhaps, that this is an extremely bad idea.

Here's the discussion I imagine took place at a budget meeting.

Person 1: Hey, let's make a racially charged situation even worse, and let's make ourselves the one's that appear racially insensitive!

Person 2: Sounds good. Who wants to do it?

Person 3: I will.

Wow. If this happens, the Missourian has no one to blame but itself for its failure.

Precisely why I have tried desperately to distance myself from the Clemons coverage from the start. It's freakin' career Russian roulette. Could pay off, could do you in. No thanks.

I'm out.