Rent Houses And Adam Carolla Podcasting

I need to post more here, but damn if I haven't had much to say. I hate that, too. I'm not usually at a loss for words in real life (my wife can attest to that), but when it comes to typing it up, most of it gets lost.

Anyway, the hunt is still on for a rent house. We've got some leads. It really feels like I'm trying to track down a really rare action figure or comic book.

Calling people up and being like, "Do you have it in stock? Oh, somebody just bought it. Ok. No, please tell me more about how awesome it is. Thanks."

Or the other scenario, which goes like, "Do you have it in stock? Can you hold it till the end of March? Oh, you can't. Well, I would like to know that I'll have something before the last week in March. Thanks for nothing."

I heard yesterday that The Adam Carolla show is going off the air as of today. It really sucks, but I think it'll be good in the long run. He's planning on starting up a podcast. This really shows that radio is dying. Live 105.3 here in Dallas/Fort Worth switched from talk to sports. Some other station is syndicating Ryan Seacrest. Ugh. The world is slowly moving towards podcasting. It's growing and more people are getting into it every day.

Kind of like Twitter. Basically everything I'm into, people flock to in droves. :-)

The Hammer

30 Days of Dancing with the Stars

We went to Hooters last night for some green beer. It wasn't very busy, which was a surprise to me. Our service was quite lackluster. I suppose you don't go to a place like Hooters for the service. Our waitress wasn't exactly packing in the boob department, so it makes me wonder about the state of affairs over there. Who cares if it's discrimination, let's get some jugs in there!

I watched part of Dancing with the Stars last night. I'm a big fan of Adam Carolla, so I wanted so see his performance. It was...underwhelming. I didn't think he would set the dance floor on fire, but still! I hope he doesn't get kicked off too soon.

I also ended up watching 30 Days of Night. Rhea fell asleep, but that's probably for the best. It wasn't her type of movie. I, on the other hand, thought it was awesome! Josh Hartnett has officially redeemed himself in my eyes. Redeemed from what, you say? Wicker Park. That movie is still on my Worst Movies of All Time list, but I won't avoid Josh like the steaming pile of poo that was Wicker Park anymore. (That sentence is questionable, but I stand by it.)

We are going to see Blue October tonight. I should post some pictures tomorrow.