I feel an inexplicable urge to purchase a Bradford Exchange commemorative plate

I know all you stinkin media elitists will rag on this clip (please do) but I posted it because there is an amusing personal anecdote attached.

Just before I started work as a segment producer on this show, my father had a serious health problem. For a few days, I thought he was going to die. He should have. I went to his bedside, but the tough old bastard pulled through.

The woman running the show e-mails me, wanting to know if she needs to reassign my segment to someone else. I tell her, I am exhausted and stressed out but I can fulfill my responsibility without problem.

So, a day after putting my nearly-dead father into a temporary rehab facility, I fly back to the office to edit the above part of the show. Which required watching footage of Dale Earnhardt dying and his best friends crying about it for 12 hours a day, three days straight.

I've had better weeks.

I will never understand the appeal of this "sport" as long as I live.

He was the best at turning left.

http://poetv.com/video.php?vid=39412

"tasteless pink floyd-related joke"

I remember the part where he hit the wall.