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Rumors have simmered for days regarding Brett Favre's repeated mixed messages in the breakfast nook. Today, speculation turned into confirmation when his wife Deanna boiled over at a 4-H board meeting.

"He is driving me crazy," the emotional Deanna admitted. "He's eaten pancakes...

I awoke suddenly at 3:00 AM. Heart pounding. Soaked in sweat. Night terrors are nothing new to me: bad guys constantly break into my apartment to do me harm; snakes slither all over my bed. But this was different.

I dreamed I'd been on Twitter all day and that my...

(A letter to a friend)

Cut me some slack re: the title's terrible pun. I simply can't get your name out of my head. I can hear your pained groan, and I can almost feel the subsequent pinch on the sensitive part of the inside of my arm. You did...

In celebration of St. Patrick's Day, over several Guinness, my friends and I decided to compile a list of the best African-American athletes whose names could be confused for Irish guys.

Fortunately, I googled the topic and came up with 17 blogs that have already covered it. We hate those...

I attended a couple's baby shower on Sunday. But that's not why I'm blogging.

Today I sat down to compose a "thank you" note to the couple who hosted the event. I considered blowing off this traditional act of etiquette. I mean, who even mails those anymore? But then...

I'm in a relationship. Thought you may have heard.

Facebook serves a lot of purposes. It allows people to: reconnect with long lost friends, cyber-scout their pals' pals to see who is hot, and generally kill time better spent stroking clients, closing deals or scheduling play dates.

But what Facebook...

"Jamie, can we take you shopping for jeans?"

Tiffany said those words to me last Friday night, prior to a Halloween party. She was speaking for her and KC. This was not the first time a woman had asked that question, so I immediately knew what these ladies were talking...

I didn't work out today. Bad back. Or maybe it was a hamstring.hamstring forget.

But sitting on the beach just now, exercising my brain with crossword puzzles, I felt ashamed of myself.

A 60-year old Unabomber lookalike exited the surf and walked past me. Not a strange occurrence in Manhattan...

Last week I got the greatest Facebook relationship status update: Susie Doe is now married". I laughed because I already knew that; after all, I attended her wedding...10 years ago.

But yesterday I got a bummer of an update: Jane Smith is now single".

Wow. Welcome to...

Step 1: Be an idiot single guy.

Step 2: Ignore redundancy of Step 1.

Step 3: Glance at recipe 24 hours prior to attempting meal for the first time.

Step 4: "Lose" Crock Pot instruction manual containing aforementioned recipe.

Step 5: Make decision to begin cooking 30 minutes prior to...

This is my first attempt at blogging from my iPhone. Fitting that I'm pushing my technological envelope just as I'm about to test my fraternal limits.

Yes, my brother Patrick and I are driving cross country.

If you happen to be on I-70 or I-65 in the next three days...

It's been a rough few days for my sense of status.

First, I found out Tuesday that I will not be attending the Emmy's this year.

Considering that I am not employed by any facet of the television industry nor dating a woman who is employed by any facet...

I'm no Cokehead. I allow myself no more than two Diet Cokes per day (Diets mixed with Jack Daniels do not count). But I do drink a lot of Coca-Cola company products; specifically, Diet Sprite and Diet Barq's Root Beer (Don't knock it till you try it. As my friend...

I am 38 years old. This year, I feel like I turned a corner maturity-wise. I take my career seriously. I eat healthier. I haven't lost 3 G's in Vegas.

But last night, I acted 15. I giggled at farts. I drank grown-up drinks. I gawked at high school girls....

I should be speeding eastward in my car, never to see California again. But I'm not.

I just experienced the strongest earthquake of my eight years in Southern California.

I'd like to be able to tell you the exact magnitude, but the latimes.com server is down. My cell phone...

Exactly when did I become my friends' emergency dog sitter?

I don't have to ask "why." That's obvious: nobody thinks I have a job. I'm a writer. As such, I've been moderately successful: a published book and two optioned screenplays in three years. (Of course, "optioned screenplay" means a small...

Dear Viagra,

Can it be ten years already? My how times flies.

I'll never forget the day the FDA granted you life. My Pfizer voice mailbox filled up almost immediately. Sure, some of the calls were from friends with the same bad jokes ("Hey, Jamie, that must be...

"Fiona Shackleton, please.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Silda Wall Spitzer."

"Ms. Shackleton, after Mrs. Spitzer, I've got Madonna on line two."

"Yo, P-Mac. K-Fed, here. Can I get the digits for your lawyer, dawg?"

Hot off her impressive representation of Sir Paul McCartney in his exorcism,...

My friend Noel was the first of many to try, but I wasn't ready for it back then. I needed time.

When he sent my initial "LinkedIn" invitation, I rejected it immediately. The whole enterprise seemed more cult than not.

Over the following two years, more requests trickled into...

I just came up with the greatest reality show ever. Hands down. Yes, of course Britney is involved.

But not just her.

Britney needs a partner as equally talented (don't scoff; Brit used to have skills), insane and self-destructive as she is. Under my concept, these two train wrecks...