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Four-Letter Turtles: Let's go back in time.  Earlier this year, when the Four Letter Network removed Kit Hoover and Thea Andrews from Cold Pizza, I launched a boycott campaign on this here blog and in turn sent a complaint to the Four-Letter.  This was February?  March?  It seems like ancient history.  JUST NOW, whichever monkey is in charge of emptying the comments fishbowl at the Four-Letter, has gotten around to responding to my rant:

Thank you for contacting Cold Pizza...the morning show with everything! We appreciate your feedback and will get back to you as soon as we can. In the meantime, please feel free to browse our web site at http://www.coldpizza.tv for the latest show information. Related links to story segments will be available in the Archive area.

Thanks again for watching Cold Pizza on ESPN2!

That automated PR spew took eight fucking months to deliver.  Thanks a million, Bristol bastards.  For the record, I couldn't tell you what Cold Pizza looks like now.  For all I know, Cold Pizza is now hosted by a goat, two chickens and Stuart Scott's lazy eye.  ESPN Hollywood, while it does feature the lovely Thea Andrews, is ET-light for sure.  Whither Kit?

It's Just Like Watching a Dynasty: Robert Kraft, the greatest owner in professional sports, is set to buy into Liverpool FC, champions of Europe?  My two favorite football teams owned by the same guy?  Mr. Kraft running the Reds...can you imagine?  Is there a Premiership version of Bill Belichick out there somewhere?  The mind spins.

Help Me FEMA, You're My Only Hope: Random thoughts while I wait for a tornado to level my workplace:

--Does anyone find it surreal that terrorists are targeting KFC restaurants in Pakistan?

--How cool is it to be sued by a country?  Ask Sasha Cohen, aka Ali G, aka faux-Kazakhstani buffoon Borat.

--Indians versus Jews.  Excellent.  No nukes, but there might be a few long bombs.  My money's on the historically oppressed team.

--The penalty for knocking over 23-thousand dominoes?  The death.

--You've heard the Ying Yang Twins (dirty nasties from tha ATL), now get a load of the Bing Bong Brothers.  On second, thought, "load" is a poor choice of words here.

--I've heard of drinking your Thanksgiving dinner, but this is out of hand.

Before I Descend Into the Storm Shelter: Grab some free music.   Rip Rig and Panic "You're My Kind of Climate", a great big brassy down-and-dirty batch of chaos.  (Young Ones fans will remember this one.  And yes, that is Neneh Cherry on vocals.)