First, let me begin by apologizing for making you "it." The tagging was purely unintentional on my part. As far as social networks on the Internet, I prefer facebook, but I'm very pleased that some of you thought enough of me to join the tag network which is exactly how I ended up there myself with regard for another friend. If you're not interested, you can stop asking me about it or apologizing because I truly will not think you aren't my friend as the e-mail suggests.

Now then, onto the fun stuff.

This weekend I jumped into "Tony and Tina's Italian Wedding" at the last minute as the Maddy, the buxom, young girlfriend of strip club owner and father-of-the groom, Nunzio. Guess what my profession was? Though I hadn't seen the show in two years, I was quite pleased that it went off without a hitch, though with all of my talent and will I couldn't pull off the buxom part. Still, I earned four fake twenties and three real fives that are making their way to charity thanks to my "numbers."

Unfortunately, though I managed the dancing and the fumbling around tipsy just fine on my four inch stripper heals, I slipped as soon as I opened the bathroom door and am now nursing a sprained ankle. Those of you who have known me long should not be surprised.

I'm still in Detroit and tying up the final parts to an album that a friend and financial investor, now known as Francis from Florida, is pushing me to see through... gently. Actually, I'm much more aggressive and nagging on my own. Because of the limited funds, it looks like I'll be in Detroit until the album is complete. So, as long as my friend Lance comes through on some guitar parts, it looks as though I'll be coming through as his Assistant Director for the play he's written and will be directing for the Abreact. More on that in weeks to come.

In the meantime, enjoy my amateur pose as Maddy below.

Thank you so much for your support in my "Abrasive Affirmations." "You Are Not A Big Fat Loser" is still on sale at www.amyarena.com/store, but I will have a special offer for you in the weeks to come. In the meantime, feel free to add me to your stumble or digg pages or plug me at the youtube "Excuse Me" video page. I'll kiss your rear indefinitely.

The coolest link this month is http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=search_users&search_query=lau...

Thanks, Jay.

My Sophisticated Hobo tip this week -

I was on a pretty long road trip with my mother, the camel. Inversely, I go into a hypoglycemic rage if I don't eat something or at least get a crappy soda in my system. Only needing to eat once a day, my mom was much more interested in the sights than in my belly, so I began hoarding crackers. Make no mistake, I always take the crackers I get with my soup if by some act of God I didn't eat them at the restaurant. In fact, on this particular trip I was given bread AND crackers with my soup. I ate the obvious choice and stuck the others in my pocket. After a few days of this, the bickering between my mom and I stopped because I always had something to snack on.

Now, if you're like my cousin was growing up, perhaps all you eat is crackers and don't need the soup in which case you can find crackers available for your grabbing at many various sources. Any grocery store that serves soup or salad will have crackers sitting out in a bin. This is also true of cafeterias such as the popular lunch places in D.C. or those on a college campus. While they aren't the most nutritious, it's probably more substantial than the starved tummies Sally Struthers is working for and surprisingly much cheaper than 80 cents a day. Bon Appetit.

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I can hardly stand what a ridiculously intelligent, capitalist-liberal this guy is. If you weren't already feeling under-educated and un-informed, listen in.