I'll take 'The Rapist' for 600, Alex...

Back from a wild and crazy (read: zzzzzzzzzzzzzz) jaunt to Florida for Thanksgiving with mom and the grandparents. H showed off her sweet potatoes to the family to rave reviews (it’s not how it sounds) and somewhere along the way I caught a helluva cold, which I am still recovering from (and H is now in the throes of herself—sorry babe).

Anywho, it’s good to be back, and on this brisk Tuesday evening in the City of Angels. Hope I didn’t miss much.

Actually, I hear that the unsinkable Ken “Dobby” Jennings’ reign of terror on ‘Jeopardy’ has come to an end, which opens the door for those bastards to finally call me. I passed the test in like May and they still ain’t paid yours truly the respect of an invite. Mebbe they were just waiting for Kenny the Great to pass on to give me my shot at the glory. You’ll be lucky to get rid of me after four months, 74 games and almost two and a half large…I’m going for the real money. You hear me, Trebek?