We all make promises to our dying parents that just don't get carried out. Heck, I promised my dad that he would have a funeral that reflected his ambivalence about the Christian faith. Instead he got an old-fashioned tent revival that would have put William Jennings Bryan in a blissful mood.
Although I love Keith Olbermann, I can't quite get over his decision to sit in an armchair every Friday night and read aloud from James Thurber for upwards of ten minutes. Therefore, in the honor of blossoming egos everywhere, we at "The Gods Are Bored" are inaugurating a new series. We call it "Fridays With ..."