I’m sick of hearing about Anna Nicole Smith.  Hell, I was sick of it about 10 minutes after she died.  Honestly, the woman is yet another Paris Hilton situation, where she’s famous for being famous — she contributed absolutely nothing to society and had no discernable talents (besides stripping and taking drugs and broadcasting to the public the trainwreck that was her life), yet she was treated like royalty and followed around by adoring fans and paparazzi.  Now, supposedly reputable news organizations are handing over hours and hours of time to go over her mediocre, soap-operaish life and the events leading up to her death over and over and over again.  And what’s even worse is they’re encouraging stupid drama and hangers-on to get involved.  It’s not even enough that Anna Nicole was one of the Zsa Zsa Gabors of our generation, now the husband of the actual Zsa Zsa Gabor has to jump in?  All this fuss over a failed actress/stripper… thanks, but no thanks.

By the way, for everyone who doesn’t believe me when I say people really do freak out here in Los Angeles when rain starts falling… check this out.  Some drizzle just moved through the area — wasn’t even an entire inch of rain.  And yet every single one of those diamonds is a car accident.

And now for the discussion group portion of the evening… Posit:  Suppose you just started dating someone recently.  [Ed. note:  No, it’s not me, I’m still single, this is a hypothetical scenario based on a conversation I had with someone.] Do you go out on a date on Valentine’s Day?  Do you specifically not go out on Valentine’s Day?  Discuss.