Remember that Skidrow song, "18 & Life"?

OK, double it, and you've got me.

I managed to wake up before 9 a.m. on a Saturday, which is a testament to the discipline I invoked Friday night to get to bed just after midnight (or at least by 1 on Saturday) as well as the fact that no air circulates in Mom's house.

She has a phobia of the ceiling fan. Fears one of the blades will come flying off, rendering a visitor or herself headless. I say, "Bring on those godless ceiling fan blades."

This is America. F***, yeah. To quote "Team America," the movie or whatever it was called.

Anyhoo, for the birthday, I decided to share a couple of my favorite sites with the world. Before there were blogs in the form rendered by applications like blogger.com and Movable Type and others, a woman in New York detailed her life as a temp worker.

I read it as far back as 1998 and even communicated with her some before a trip to NYC. It's called Laura's NYC Tales, and I do believe they're working on some kind of movie related to the site.

The beauty of Laura's site isn't that she's a Pulitzer-caliber writer. It's that she is a coherent, descriptive writer at a very basic level, perfect for telling stories. You're never lost reading her work, and it never requires a re-read. At a basic level, she's the quintessential journalist; however, Laura merely writes about bad days at the office and creepy men.

I have literally spent hours at her Web site, and I suspect you might enjoy it as well.

Second, a new site I've been visiting is pamie.com, which is a blog from an L.A.-based TV writer named Pam, Pamela or Pamie Ribon. Can't figure out which.

Going from Laura's site to Pamie's blog is really like seeing the progression of man from the evolutionary monkey to something more akin to the horses' asses we are today. I kid. Nevertheless, Laura's site is written in long form and takes on a rudimentary design, while Pamie's is hip, cool and pithy.

Seriously, too bad that Pamie chick is married because best I can tell she's like my freakin' female twin, albeit one who's smarter than me.

Not that I'm interested in dating relatives.

Or married women.

I'll shut up now.