It is a sunny day in Portland, and I don't have a job so I am off to the Portland Art Museum in an attempt to erase my memory of Ryan Seacrest attempting to high-five a blind man on last night's American Idol.
Television is killing my brain.
Making pancakes, as I learned at AP's birthday bash at the beach this weekend, is an unbelievably tedious chore. I don't know why I...
