That Star Jones letter is my "Rock And Roll Part 2" by Gary Glitter.

What I find disarming about angels is that they have no feet.

Speaking of angels, I'm praying for the safe return of the Discovery crew, and I admire the bravery of America's astronaut corps, and I think the commander of the current mission looks sort of hot in that orange suit with her brunette curls, but why did anyone volunteer to go on this space shuttle mission? I mean, really, what were they thinking? After the Columbia disaster a blue-ribbon panel of scientists said, to NASA, "Fix it so the foam doesn't fall off the external tank." And after years of working on the problem NASA said, "Sorry, we can't." Then NASA said, "But you know what? Even though we couldn't secure the foam, we put some extra glue in places, and that might do the trick, so let's try one and see how it goes." They even called this a test flight. So, what I'm saying is, if I'm scheduled to go on the shuttle, and I ask, "So. Did you get this whole 'foam falling off the tank' thing solved?" And they say, "Um, actually, no. But we want to try a run anyway, just to see how it goes," I would say, "You know, it's been fun being an astronaut, and thanks for the all of the salaried training at the Johnson Space Center and all those rides in parades, but I think I'm probably done here." I wouldn't say, "OK! Sign me up! I'll take the risk!" Don't get me wrong. Those men and women on the Discovery are brave. I'll be so relieved when they get back safely, and I know all of the modern conveniences we take for granted -- like the toaster -- came through the hard-fought sacrifices of brave men and women who weren't afraid to yatta, yatta, yatta, but I'm telling you: You couldn't me on that thing in a million years.

Have a great weekend C! We'll miss you! Bring on the other guy!

Talking about angels, don't the Philadelphia Cream Cheese ads freak you out? Here are these beautiful women sitting in clouds eating cream cheese all day. But they're dead! These young beautiful women were cut down in the prime of their lives? What happened to them? They're dead and they're eating cream cheese! Oh, the tragedy!

Oh, when I die, you'd better BELIEVE I'll be sitting on a cloud eating cream cheese all friggin' day! When you're dead, the calories in food are negated, therefore you can eat all you want and not gain a pound---now THAT'S what I call Heaven!

Even though you may just be an alive guy with wings and specially tailored sweaters (Are they cardigan sweaters? Like Mr. Rogers? I miss Mr. Rogers, and someone needs to fill the cardigan sweater void.), you're still my angel C. Or something. I have no idea what I'm talking about. The thought of Gene guest-blogging next week flusters me. I'm not stalking him, I swear. Texas is too hot, and I can't leave California. At least not until winter.

Angels aren't dead. As I understand it. They aren't the same as we are being that they weren't put on earth to earn a way into heaven and die to go to heaven. So they never died. They are alive in heaven.

Good luck to the new temp.