My Emmy is coming

So that TV spot I did wasn't in some guy's bedroom, I wasn't abducted and I wasn't forced to sit through the Direct TV set up channel (a la Family Guy), but it was weird.  Like cable access weird.  It was, for those of you familiar with Cable 5,  like "The Not So Late Show" weird.  But it was fun.  I may have been the oldest person in the building except for the camera guys.  I did feel like I was some sort of "expert" on lightning.  Especially when I was asked what is lightning.  Of course I channeled my inner Todd Correll and spewed something on positive and negative electric charges that go from ground to sky and so on.  Yup, pulled that one right from....Oh nevermind where it came from.  It is based mostly in fact.  And it was only slightly creepy knowing the guy went looking for ME.  Actually ME.  Apparently there aren't too many people out there that have been struck by lightning that have lived to tell about it, or at least able to tell about it.  So I guess I am luck in that regard.  The only thing I have to complain about ist I won't be able to see it.  But those of you that have NutmegTV in Avon, Farmington, Bristol, Burlington, Berlin, Canton, New Britain and Plainville can watch me make a fool of myself at 10:30 tonight.  Well, I don't think I made a complete fool of myself. I have done far worse on my own.   

While I do applaud the boys and wish them the best, things could have run smoother.  Maybe it was just that it was the FIRST show they've ever done.  Maybe it was the fact that the entire show is run on Starbuck's version of "Box-o-Joe."  But if you get a chance to catch Weird TV, do it...at least once, just to say you have, so you can die a complete human being.  I think you can get it through the web site, NutmegTV.org  But don't quote me on that.  

On the bright side, I did get to read a bunch of the old articles about the lightning strike.  Had I remembered it happening the first time, it would have been nice to relive it.  It was nice to read what really happened, or at least the paper's version.  Three different papers, three different accounts, three different spellings of my last name.  Oh well.  I'm not bitter, but it'd be nice if someone did their research.  It was 17 years ago.  Standards for the press are much higher now.  I'm sure had it happened today, my name would be correctly spelled in every news outlet from here to Constantinople.  That will help me sleep tonight.  

Since this is a Daddy Blog, I guess I should mention my kids.  They were good today.  Bayly is earning her things back, Cali is a mad woman.  All is right in the world.  Oh, should I say more about them?  It was a slow day.