A part of my front yard was on the 6 o'clock news last night. They were doing a report on the warm weather (It reached 50F here yesterday -- ring the bells), and the Channel 5 news truck spotted my neighbor and his son playing out on the street, in front of my house. This neighbor lives around the block, not even on my street, yet for some reason they chose to film him and his son playing street hockey right in front of my house. Why? Well, I think it's kind of obvious: Because I'm one of the most famous fair-to-middling bloggers in all of Eastern Massachusetts. They could have filmed the thing in front of anybody's house, like for instance, my neighbor's house around the block. But they didn't. Instead, they saw my house and probably said to themselves, "Isn't that the house where that blogger with glorious toes who writes fair-to-middling fan letters to Star Jones lives? Awesome. Let's film there." Yes, I'm sure that's exactly how it went down. I also bet they were itching to knock on my door to do an in depth interview with me, but were too nervous because, you know, they didn't want to interrupt me if I was like working on my blog or something. They respected my artistry and didn't want to infringe upon it in anyway. Gotta respect that. I mean, in truth I wasn't working on my blog and was instead peering through my blinds hoping that maybe they'd ring my bell and ask my opinion about the weather or the stimulus package or Jessica Simpson's weight gain or whatever. But they didn't because they respect me so much for my fair-to-middling blogging, and in the end that's all that really matters.