You take the good with the bad. First, the good. I got a call from my bro, Kyle, on Wednesday as I was driving home. He was calling to let me know that I get to interviewDeborah Gibson for Ostrich Ink! Do you know what this means to me? I idolized her when I was a kid. I had all of her albums, all of her unauthorized biographies, my bedroom walls were COVERED in pictures of her. I had the black hat, and I wore it EVERY DAY to school. And, when I was in the fourth grade, I got up in front of the entire school and sang “Lost In Your Eyes,” in the school talent show. In fact, when I told Tara that I was going to interview Debs, that was the first thing she remembered. I’ll never live that down. I’m really excited to interview her, but I have no idea what to ask. When Kyle asked me if I wanted to interview her, I could think of a million questions. But now that I actually am, I can’t think of a single damn question. What the heck? So, if anyone has any questions, PLEASE let me know. They can be silly questions, or serious, or anything at all. I want it to be a fun interview, so any suggestion will be greatly appreciated. Now, the bad. First of all, I have a killer cold right now. This morning, I took about 187 different medicines, so at around 10:38 I felt a little funny. I’m a bit better now, but I need to be a LOT better by 1 when I have to get in my car. Mike and I are going to a big birthday bash for his sister this weekend up in San Francisco, so I need to be in good shape. The other bad is that Johnny Cash died! And, John Ritter!!! Both deaths are very sad. However, Johnny Cash was old, and he’d been sick for a long time. But, John Ritter! He was only 54. He died on his daughter’s birthday, his wife’s birthday is today, and his birthday is next week. He has young kids, and a career, and fans. I never watched his new show, and I only watch Three’s Company when I catch it randomly on Nick at Nite, but I always liked him. He was great on that one episode of Buffy. It’s just so sad. People my parents’ age aren’t supposed to just die out of nowhere. He went to USC back in the day, and he used to invite out-of-state students to his house for Thanksgiving if they didn’t have anywhere to go. Just random kids. It’s so sweet. Sniff.