Okay, let's start with the pathetic admission. I don't know how to make this write with paragraph breaks. I'm sorry, I am still getting used to even having a magic typing machine as until recently, I wrote all scripts on legal pads. True. And sad. SCRUBS STUFF: The episodes Tuesday are good, and the second one is a big deal. I'm sure some will like it, some... will not. I like it, and I'll gladly defend it afterwards. Defend it? Why, is it that offensive an episode of television? No, just an important and complicated episode for me personally. That's why it's a bit of a bummer to go against the American Idol juggernaut, but whatever. It's only this week, and maybe some people will skip the early rounds when we're encouraged to laugh at brain damaged people who can't really sing (but I doubt it). I'm annoyed that I've turned back into a ratings watcher because it took me four years to get off of that. Plus, SCRUBS is never miraculously going to end up in the top ten. Otherwise; no, the Janitor is not gone. This is, in fact, one of my favorite seasons for both the Janitor and Dr. Kelso, two characters you would assume to be absent after watching the first two episodes. I think we plotted the year out pretty well. It felt like a big puzzle - wanting to give everyone some juicy stuff and still needing to find time for Todd, Jordan, Ted, Doug, interns, and The Worthless Peons. Now, on to more important stuff. I can divide my friends into two simple groups: those with children, those without. I feel I am still, even at my advanced age, the type of guy that gets a good joke. And yet, I find funny stories about my children (I have three of them - not entirely sure of their ages) and my friends children to be HI - wait for it - Larious. My friends without children - let's call them the soulless ones - have yet to find a single one of these anecdotes remotely amusing. The soulless ones seem to feel that these tales are sad reminders that once you become a parent you essentially stop having an adult life. You have nothing to offer to the conversation anymore. Well, maybe I'm tired of talking about movies and new restaurants, and where to eat or what movie to see, and occasionally the important new indie-band that has a great song then disappears without changing the music world the way we all anticipated. Plus, even though I still talk a big game, two drinks get me liquored up, and I get sleepy nowadays around 9:15 - I need to keep the conversation focused on what I like to talk about: our kids. Maybe they aren't that funny, but they are pretty @^#&$*ing cool. Plus, the other night my son called down (he was supposed to be asleep) and said "I think there's a monster in my closet." I informed him that there was no such thing, and in my forty plus years, I had never once seen a real monster. There was a pause, then he yelled down "Then you probably want to come see this one." Solid stuff. BL