Dumbest question I’ve heard all day: "Does anybody know what the hours for Trick or Treat are this year?"

When my fear of people and social anxiety disorder hurts people I like, that is when I want to get help most of all.

I like my job. I really do. But it makes me sad to pop open Bloglines, scan down the new Nashville blog entries, only to find this:

"Michael Fox is a uselss [sic] idiot dupe of the Democrats. He is pathetic and his disease gives him no excuses."

I would never have read this hateful and ignorant blogger if it weren’t for the Nashville Is Talking gig. I’m not sure if I was better off not having to ingest this sort of nastiness or if I’m a bigger person because of it.

All I know is that it makes me sad. The vitriol and venom that some of these folks put forth on a daily basis makes me wonder how toxic they must be in real life. And miserable.