Do you experience feelings of dread in your attic or basement?

I got sucked into Ghostbusters last night. It is one my all-time favorite comedies. It really reminds me of my youth. The smoking. The flaunting authority. The wise-ass, slacker, hound dogging of Bill Murray. The City. Sci-fi ghosts and gadgets.

I managed to sneak in a couple innings of the Phillies-Marlins and the Brewers-Reds. 87-year old Jamie Moyer went 7 strong throwing no more than 82.

I did my Conan scan and I gotta tell you...I am losing interest. I loved Conan and Andy in college. It was must watch for me (When I wasn't drinking of course). But he is too in love with LA and the studio. I like Conando. I don't like tram rides and sound stages. I will hang in there for a little while longer, but the lease is getting smaller.

Finally, So You Think You Can Dance gave the boot to the little married girl and the super flamboyant guy who made his own clothes. But the real stars of the night were the Black Eyed Peas, who I find so entertaining. They do little more than scream at you. There are no signs of instruments and they don't really dance. But they are intriguing and they command your attention. They are seemingly on the edge of being a train wreck but they pull it off. I could have done without the MJ tribute though.