Blood Makes Noise

I just donated a pint of life saving whole blood at work this morning. It's not the most pleasant experience, but it's relatively short and somebody has to do it. Why not me? I lay on the table and think about where my blood is going. It's always going to a drive-by victim. He actually needs about 15 pints of blood until he's stabilized, but I still feel like I'm helping. I always sit up a bit when it's over to get a satisfying look at my pint. It's good, nourishing stuff. I must remember though to put at least a pint back in tonight.

Harper Collins is dismantling Regan Books and will not be publishing Peter Golenbock's crap novel about Mickey Mantle after all. He says he's going to shop it elsewhere. This is the guy who wrote "Dynasty," and helped Billy Martin and Graig Nettles with their books. So in other words, I previously thought he had a pretty decent reputation. I wish him only the worst on the rest of his career.

Baby Drew is back up to his birth weight and is doing well in every other category. His first bath in the sink was last night. His first trip to Buffalo is Sunday. Driving my family of four in the car makes me very proud. May it always be such a fine experience!

Bill O'Reilly is on the Colbert Report tonight. It should be interesting, since they both say the same things but only one is serious. Dennise and I really got into The Daily Show and The Colbert Report after coming home from the hospital for some reason. I always knew it was good, but now we're looking forward to watching it. I read Jon Stewart's american history textbook in the hospital when Dennise was in labor with Syd. Maybe it's a subconcious thing? O'Reilly was still talking about his deranged issues with saying "Happy Holidays" when he was on with Regis and Kelly last week. Christmas is over, Bill. The Celebration Tree in front of the court building has long since been packed away with the menorah.