After a 13 1/2 hour workday and a couple of martinis at the ever-popular Liquid Kitty, my brain is mush. Here's all that I could come up with to furnish you with fresh content for the morning:

It aggravates me when people do things on TV that are so pathetically fake. I happened to catch the first minute of that reality dating show "EX-treme Dating" where the people's exes also accompany you on the date (and I say the first minute because I turned it off as soon as I saw who was hosting it). That wretchedly annoying Jillian Barberie started the show by holding a conversation on her cell phone, then saying into it, "Ooh, I'm sorry, I've got to go. Later..."

Of course she wasn't really on the phone. You think that the show's director would actually allow her to take a call on her phone right as they were taping? Of course not! Yet there she is, pretending to be speaking to someone. How fake is that?

Tomorrow: How we were able to find conclusive proof that Al Roker is an alien.