I had oodles of fun at the Blogmeet. No, really. Oodles. I'm just too tired to talk about it right now.

You ever get to that point where you wish you had more energy but your body is just shutting down and you have no willpower to keep your eyes open? Yeah, I'm at that point.

Life ground to a halt today in Los Angeles as water fell from the skies. For this exclusive story, we go live to our correspondent, Trisha Takanawa, live on the Westside. Trish?

Thank you, Steve. As you can see behind me, there clearly is water coming down from above us. I'm safely inside this building's lobby, but we have no idea how this is physically affecting the people who have to go outside. I am told that this occurrence is called "rain," and that there are preventative measures one can take to ward off getting wet from it.

As you can see from this man who stepped out of this office building earlier, things such as a raincoat, rain pants, waterproof boots, a rain hat and an umbrella can help keep one dry. This man chose to wear all of them at the same time, so we think he may not melt from this siege of falling water after all.

Trisha, how is this affecting daily life in the L.A. area?

Glad you asked, Steve. Let's go to that shot from our traffic helicopter that we filmed earlier, which shows the roadways of the entire Los Angeles area. As you can plainly see, the drivers have reduced their speed to a crawl as they attempt to figure out how to maneuver through all this water. This unstoppable force is slowly crippling the entire city as people have wisely decided to stay in their homes and abandon all plans to go to work, school or run errands today.

Thank you, Trisha. Stay tuned to this channel as we continue to bring you news updates on this startling development in addition to relevant school and store closing and event cancellations.

Up next, Weatherman Bob will tell us how long this "rain" will last, and how soon afterwards we can expect to see other signs of the Apocalypse.

That's right, Steve. I'm expecting a cold front to drop about 2 inches of locusts and giant frogs on us sometime by Tuesday of next week. My forecast is coming up in just a few minutes.

We'll be right back after these commercials urging you to spend your money on a new BMW and liposuction before The End finally takes us all.

Okay, so I've already told you about the realtime Blogmeet that Skits is putting together for tomorrow night at Gotham Hall in Santa Monica. I'll be token guy who looks like a schmuck in order to make sure everyone knows who's who -- the Lightning Rod, if you will -- since I already know what some of the attendees look like. So, if you're planning on attending (and dammit, why shouldn't you attend?), you won't have to wander around aimlessly saying things like, "Are you a blogger?" and making people give you odd looks. Just look for the guy in the red hat (provided that they let me wear it inside the place).

Yeah, that'll be me. The things I do for you people...

Has anyone else besides me noticed that Whoopi Goldberg has no eyebrows? Should we trust an eyebrow-less person in our country? She looks... sinister.

(Pardon the silliness of these latest entries, by the way. Watching even just one episode of The Bachelor has made me dumb.)

"Keith" is one of those words that defies the "i before e" rule. I am a rulebreaker. I am a unique snowflake.

In a culture where people spell "all right" as one word and can't remember which version of its/it's or they're/there/their applies in a particular circumstance, I find it astonishing that people remember the "i before e" rule and try to apply it to my name even though it doesn't go there.

So I was talking to one of my co-workers today, and the topic of The Bachelor happened to come up and I mentioned I watched last night's episode. He started railing at me: "I can't believe you, man! How could you watch that crap? It's soooo bad!" and so forth.

And then two minutes later after the subject had been changed, he quietly asked me, "So, uh... what happened on The Bachelor last night?"

I exhibit the dangerous combination of being paranoid and egotistical. What that means is that I think people are always talking about me, and if they're not, they should be.

My brains have melted. Completely. I blame ABC. My roommate and his girlfriend were watching The Bachelor, so I stupidly sat down and watched the damn episode with them.

Call me a cynic, but I have doubts about the whole scenario. I have serious misgivings about people who can claim they are falling in love with someone after only a few weeks together -- and not even spending 24 hours a day with each other, but only bits and pieces of time together every now and then. Hell, the guy was running around with a dozen women at one point! Could he honestly begin to have such deep feelings for any of them individually in such a short amount of time? Could they honestly feel love for him after that short amount of time, especially knowing that he was also spending time with and hooking up with all those other women they were competing with?

I hesitate to think that any marriage he might enter into with any of these women would be built on an incredibly stable foundation. The abbreviated courtship was broadcast across the country, and he was under pressure not only to weed out the women he didn't want, but to also make himself look good and make sure he didn't come across as a consummate dick in front of millions of viewers. I could tell that he'd lied and hid his true reactions to things just over the course of the 45-ish minutes of actual programming, and I'd never seen the show before. Interesting what people will do to save face.

During the show, KABC ran a couple of teasers for its 11PM news, the top story being the Winona Ryder verdict. My roommate commented that he couldn't believe that an item like that would be the lead story on a news program. I replied that I wasn't surprised, given that we live in a society where the program we were watching was one of the most-watched TV shows at the moment.

Skits is calling L.A.-area bloggers for another Blogmeet. This Saturday, November 9th, at Gotham Hall in Santa Monica.

Be there, or be a geometric shape.

Iraqis are discovering the Internet. Apparently, they're able to "look over the wall" and now see parts of the outside world -- except sex and porn sites, of course, since they're immoral.

Maybe if we just inundate the Iraqis with all the spam e-mails that we're subjected to here, they'll either realize we're under siege already and leave us alone, or they'll discover they can use e-mail as a crippling weapon against us instead of terrorist attacks.

Pardon me while I have a Geek Moment.

New Powerbook G4. 1 GHz processor. SuperDrive.



It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.

Ahem. Excuse me. That is all. Thank you.

Beer is just so multi-purposeful. It even helps you make up new words like "multi-purposeful"! As such, here are some familiar marketing slogans that I've converted for use by beer companies that may help them bring in those non-drinkers.

- Beer: It's not just for breakfast anymore.
- Beer: It's what's for dinner.
- It's not TV, it's beer.
- Behold the power of beer!
- [As done to the tune of the Yahoo! yodel] Beeee-EEEEEEEE-eeee-eeer!
- Beer: Drinkers wanted.
- Dude, you're gettin' a beer!
- Who lives with a beer under the sea?
- My beer has a first name, it's B-E-E-R.

It's Election Day, so exercise your right and privilege to head to the polls and decide who gets to make the rules for you over the next few years. Remember, if you don't vote, you have no right to complain about the politicians. Well, except if you're like my best friend, who's a resident alien from Canada, has no say in our politics and still denies that she's part of an evil conspiracy by Canadians to infiltrate the U.S. and slowly take it over. Soon, we'll all be playing hockey and drinking Molson and Tim Horton's donut shops will be blooming like flowers!

Ahem. I got nothin' but love for our neighbors to the North, of course.

So, today is November 5th. It's a great day in the annals of science. Why? Because 47 years ago today, Dr. Emmett Brown invented time travel.

(With due credit to Sarah B., who mentioned this a while ago and put the bug in my head.)

It's been commented that I fall for women easily. But I'll know it's true love when a woman walks into the room I'm in and I suddenly hear "Crimson & Clover" by Tommy James and the Shondells.