wednesday . january . ten . two thousand one oprah winfrey™ now has her own magazine because, let's face it, she just doesn't have enough money or power. and, of course, she's attempting to compete with martha stewart©. paul would prefer they compete in some sort of mud pit. this is not good enough. i'd like to see them fight on a greased metal plank 400 feet above a pit of sulfuric acid. one will have a rolling pin, one will have a board with a nail in it. they will both be amputated at the knees. "let's go to it ladies, and let's fight fair." -- tuesday . january . two . two thousand one the beginning of a new year is always so symbolic and special to each person in their own way. for paul and i, the new year mostly means that the holidays are fucking OVER and life can resume. last year's resolution: eat more cake. this year's: less worry, more shenanigans. then again....mmmmmmm. cake.