Wah, I’m not G-phoric. My flight was delayed and I wouldn’t have been able to get to the taping in time, so I had to abort mission. Bummer.
However I did get to sit on the plane for half an hour before they discovered the A.C. was hosed. During which time some old arm-rest hogging broad gave me a Ben-Gay scented raft of crap about violence in video games and how kids can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality. I said to her, "Listen, grandma, sounds to me like you could use some Hot Coffee." Okay, I didn’t say it out loud.