The Occasional Blog of Jonah Weiland

If any of you reading this happen to be up between 7:30 and 8:00 AM Pacific time Monday morning, I’ll be a guest for a segment on the Bill Handel morning show on KFI AM 640 in Los Angeles. You can listen via your antenna or online. I should be on from 7:35 to 7:45 talking about, you guessed it, “Spider-Man 3.”

I’ve done these guest spots on Bill’s show a number of times before. I remember after guesting following the release of “Spider-Man 2,” CBR had its biggest traffic day ever, a combination of traffic from the guest spot and general interest in comics following the opening weekend. I’ve also spoken with Bill about “X-Men 2″ and did a couple of other spots, but can’t remember what movies they were for. I also did a quick guest spot last June following the opening of “Superman Returns,” but that time Wayne Resnick was filling in for Bill as he was off on vacation.

Well, I hope my voice sounds fresh that early in the morning. It’s a good thing I bought that new coffee maker recently. I’ll program it tonight to make very strong cups of coffee for me tomorrow morning.

In a follow-up to my previous post.

Yes, I’m still sad. But I’m handling it. I’ve embraced the sadness and am moving forward.

Tonight, I am so very sad. The David Hasselhoff drunk video has me feeling a deep sadness.

I first learned of it from an AP news story on the internet. I asked my friend Jacob if he knew about these events and he said he had seen the video. At tihs point I was sad, real sad, but I asked Jacob for a link to the video. I watched it closely.

It made me more sad. I’m really fucking sad. It’s like no sadness I’ve ever known. My heart shakes and quivers like a cold, small child lost in the wild on a cold wintery night.

It’s amazing that his daughters felt compelled to make this video.

I’d also like to know where he got the burger from.

But, really, it’s amazing. For the next year we’re going to see interviews with him everywhere apologizing for his actions and how he’s learned from this event and how much he loves his daughters, whom he secretly fucking loathes and wants to make into food for the homeless.

My friend Andy reminded me that the great author Alan Moore does not believe in real heroes, and neither should I.

I may have just lost all hope to live.