Chuck Todd, much like light, is both a particle and a wave.

Forget Bill Braskey. NBC Political Director Chuck Todd can do everything Bill Braskey did better, and also thought of it before Bill did. Also:

Chuck Todd knows another word for "thesaurus".

God wonders whether Chuck Todd really exists.

Nostradamus wrote over 30 quatrains that many scholars believe predicted the birth of Chuck Todd.

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HuffPo: My tribute to Tim Russert

I'm very lucky to be able to post on "The Huffington Post." In fact, I'll take this opportunity to thank Rachel Sklar for being responsible for getting me on there. Honestly, I'm really a nobody with a blog. Sure, I have fun things going on in my life and I love writing about them. And who knows where these fun things will take me, if anywhere at all. But I really am in no place to have an impact on society. At least not right now. That's why I wondered whether or not I should bother writing a tribute to NBC's Tim Russert, who passed away suddenly on Friday. (And yes, I cried all weekend, and not because of the wedding.) Who am I, exactly, to go on one of the most popular media/political blogs and talk about how much Tim Russert meant to me when there are so many other people in those industries who not only are successful and noteworthy, but probably actually knew Russert?

I decided to write it. Maybe I'm just a viewer, but I felt the impact of Russert's death in my own way. And maybe there are other mere viewers who feel the same way I do and can't post on HuffPo. So I decided to take this opportunity and posted my tribute.

HuffPo: It Won't Be Sunday Without You, Mr. Russert.

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My future firstborn's namesake gets married.

When being interviewed for a spot in an acting class, I was asked about a when I'd experienced the most joy. And I came up blank. But that weekend, I remembered that it had happened not too long ago - it was when the New York Giants won the Super Bowl. My dad was watching the Sports Illustrated DVD and it all came back to me. I remembered how incredibly happy I was during the playoffs to see the Giants completely upset the Dallas Cowboys, and then the Green Bay Packers, each in the respective weekends surrounding my 28th birthday. Then, with hardly anyone thinking it would happen (save for a few contrarians including my journalistic hero Keith Olbermann, see the video below), the Giants won the Super Bowl.

I swear, nothing in my life has made me happier than that moment, and it will take a hell of a lot to top it. I'm not even sure that even if I get married or have children (the latter of which I could still conceivably do without the former) that the pure joy and happiness I felt while watching Super Bowl XLII will be trumped. As someone who had a really crappy 2007, to watch the Giants, who started out rough and sure had their drawbacks, win the Super Bowl when NO ONE thought they would, it meant the world.

And this weekend, the Giants quarterback Eli Manning got married. Like I said, I'm not sure if this wedding tops winning the Super Bowl, but I'm sure he tells his new bride that she's totally the best thing about his life right now. No, really. But seriously, the very best wishes to the newlyweds!

And yes, I plan on naming my first son Eli. I hope whoever knocks me up is okay with that.

By the way, Keith: I so should have believed you. I will know better now. And please enjoy the 20/20 hindsight perspective on the other Super event that week, Super Tuesday. I'd talk about my other passion (politics) in this post, but I'm just too damn tired of it right now. It's why I'm acting again.

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