Oh, crap. While I was in the den typing up my last blog entry, the unattended TiVo decided that it had had enough. Completely on its own recognizance, TiVo wrested control of my television from the grim, grinning ghosts at Fox News, and handed it over to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. From the Drab Five to the Fab Five, if you will. You won't? Oh.
The major problem with this minor mutiny: the beloved TiVo peanut remote is tucked snugly under the right buttcheek of my sleeping wife; a woman I have learned never, under any circumstances, to awaken.
Could this be the end of your intrepid reporter's foray into bad election journalism? Stay tuned, dear reader, to find out.
