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I Have A Dream, And A Plan, To Combine The Commercial Possibilities Of Valentine's Day With The Substance And Meaning Of Black History Month. I Call It: Blackentine's Day.

I'd Rather Call Myself A Mischief-maker, An Imp, Rather Than A Satirist. Satirist Sounds So Self Important. Plus No One Is Calling Himself An Imp Right Now. It Makes Me Feel Special.

I Have Such Respect For People Who Do Non-fiction Casting After Settling On The Grandparents We Got For This. It Is Really Hard To Find People Who Are Not Fame-whores. We're Lucky These People Actually Wanted To Spend Their Time Doing This. All Of Them Would Have Much Rather Been Cooking Without The Cameras, Being With Their Families. That's Why They're Great Characters.

I Mean, You're Gonna Be Left Behind If You Don't Appreciate The Genius That Is Meredith Vieira.

Digital Television, Satellite Radio, Videogames, Ipods - So Much Media. Do Books Even Matter Anymore?