(Note to my female, homosexual male and foreign readers: Please stick with me through the beginning of this post where I briefly discuss certain baseball players. I know you won’t care about them, but I assure you that you’ll enjoy the point of the story.)

Cass Elliot, AKA “Mama Cass” of the group The Mamas & The Papas

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Fun, right? I can play on there all day and I think that I will…Imagine, if Bo Diaz had cable, I never would have known about http://www.deadoraliveinfo.com/ !

UPDATE (12-13-06) Peter Boyle AKA “Frank Barone” just swiched teams.

It may come as a shock to many of you, but I enjoy when people log on and read what I have to say. I’m not writing this for my health. So, from time to time I think of ways to get the name “Dr. Blogstein” out there.

Sometimes I send spam emails and other times I take credit for crimes that I didn’t commit in the off chance that they say my name on the news. This week I decided to do what all attention starved wanna be celebrities do: I went partying without any underwear.

“Going Commando” has become a surefire way of getting some press–we’ve seen it recently with the daily Britney and Paris Crotch Watch Updates on gossip sites like Perez Hilton and Gawker–and I wanted in!

Well, its not as easy as I thought. First of all, I tried getting out of the back seat of a car numerous amount of times but not once was I exposed. Apparently, its a lot easier in a skirt, which I wasn’t about to try.

So I had to push the issue by “accidentally” leaving my fly open so something falls out as I exit a car. That worked, but the problem I then faced was there weren’t any photographers around. How do Paris and Britney get so lucky to have cameras around every time they make a mistake?!?

I’m going to have to revisit this plan. Stay tuned.

I’m also going to have to rethink this “freeballing” lifestyle. Its not as comfortable as its cracked up to be. For one thing, underwear serves as a nice layer of protection between you and the zipper. Rubbing up against those metal teeth is not my idea of comfort.

Underwear is also quite handy for when you want to wear khaki or any light color pants. Otherwise, every trip to the urinal has to end with a long and drawn out ceremonial dance to ensure that no drop remains when Little Johnny returns home.

And don’t get me started on wearing sweat pants to the gym. It would happen to you too had you been watching Ashley do those lunges!

In conclusion, I sit here hoping that you all learned something from this post. Admittedly, I’m not quite sure what lessons are hidden in these paragraphs but I would hate to think that I tell of these embarrassing tales without it having some educational benefit.

One of the side effects of being the fastest growing internet site on the web is the increasing amount of mentions or “shout outs” around the blogosphere. Or maybe the increasing amount of mentions or “shout outs” around the blogosphere is actually the reason Dr. Blogstein is the fastest growing internet site on the web.

Well, regardless of whether you think the chicken came before the egg or if you put the cart before the horse, I felt inclined to shout back at the shout outs and thank them for giving Dr. B some good press and to introduce them to my readers. That, and I really couldn’t think of anything else to write about today.

I will begin on Bond’s Big Leather Couch. There isn’t much I enjoy more than sitting in a reclined position and relaxing on a couch. Sometimes a chair. Often a love seat. I’m pretty sure that’s the atmosphere that Bond is trying to create on his blog. Or perhaps he just felt “Big Leather Couch” was a cool name for a website, which it is. Incidentally, I think it would be a cool name for a band too. Anyway, he calls Dr. Blogstein “one of the funniest sites in the bloggosphere” so that’s reason enough to check him out. The dude’s got good taste (and a big ol’ shock of white hair.)

Next along the way is Ma Titwonky (to the left, dressed in a festive way and looking elderly) and her blog Q-Tip Ejaculatte. “Ma-Tit”, as I like to call her, really enjoyed the concept of Banned by Blogstein, a semi-regular feature here. She called it “another brilliant idea” which obviously implies that I’ve come up with numerous brilliant ideas. That assertion makes Ma-Tit brilliant herself.

Finally tonight, I direct your attention to my stalker, Edmond McGuyer, who seems to write about me everyday. And when he’s not writing about me, his imaginary friend Lex is writing about me. Please concentrate on his face and commit his name to memory. If anything should happen to me, I’d like you to guide the police investigation towards his direction.

Carry on. . .

Back in September, I singled out two television ads that bothered me. The commercial for the sleep aid Rozerem that features Abe Lincoln and a fuzzy animal freaks me out and the spot for Cybalta, the anti-depressant, bums me out.

I mentioned back then that I see those commercials during the Today Show which got me thinking: perhaps I’m bothered by these ads just because I’m in a crappy mood when I wake up in the morning.

Possible, because I have a new least favorite commercial and it too is in heavy rotation these days during the Today Show.

I’m annoyed by a Jif Peanut Butter advertisement. I know you’ve seen it. Its the one where the mom is spreading Jif Peanut Butter on a slice of white bread while her two young sons watch. After she’s finished she asks one of her sons to cut the slice of bread in half. Then her other son gets to choose which half he gets. Subsequently, each little boy gets to enjoy a tasty, peanut buttery snack.

Each time I see this commercial I get more and more upset. Why is this mom starving her poor kids? Why can’t they each get their own slice of white bread?

Is it an issue of poverty? Is that all she can afford to feed her two kids each meal? Is it possible she has other kids who don’t even get to eat this time around? Seeing this commercial makes me want to take up a collection for that sad family.

In a related note: I LOVE peanut butter.

Watch at your own risk…you’ve been warned…