The Burning urge to Burn

I am back from the D.C. Comedy Festival where a fine time was most assuredly had.

Nothing pains me more at this moment in time than being so geographically removed from my favorite day of the year, the Detroit Tiger's Opening Day. And at this moment not only am I physically distant but because I live in a bomb shelter in Brooklyn, NY I don't even have cable television. I'm stuck in a cafe waiting for the game tracker to update every 30 seconds. I've enjoyed too many of my most favorite times ever on this day. I might as well be in the fucking Peace Corp.

Speaking of, TV, not the selfless individuals in the Peace Corp. Myself and the truly talented savant Jesse Popp are currently enlisting the assistance of some "rabbit ears" to tune in anything on our set. For those born after 1977, "rabbit ears" were how people watched Milton Berle in the olden days. So since I live in one of the biggest cities in the world it only makes sense that it's the only way I can watch TV today. But these rabbit ears (now without parenthesis) are claiming to be HD. Who I ask you has purchased a High Definition television but decided to skip cable or satellite in favor of a device that works better when tin foil is balled up on the antenna? $2,000 for a set makes sense but I'm in no position to be shelling out $50 a month to make the box work! I like that where I'm sitting in the room effects the reception, it keeps me active! Everything I say is very loud!