Well, it appears I hit the blogging big-time these past few days. First I discovered that bloggers can actually party like rock stars. And then I checked my e-mail this evening to see if the Commish had sent out the Fantasy Football recap yet (7-3, baby!) only to discover that I pissed off a real live Live 105 DJ. That's way crazier than pissing off a Neo-Nazi.

Zoinks.

Now if somebody would just friggin call me back.

PS- for those of you keeping score at home, so far I'm managed to piss off a neo-nazi, some religious conservative freak, the Bay Guardian, the society columnist of the Chron, and Live 105. I am a bitter, bitter man.