Having just comleted the taping of this week’s “Wait Wait,” I find myself in beautiful Times Square with an hour to kill at America’s grungiest cyber-cafe (think “Blade Runner” in Smell-o-Vision). So why not take this opportunity, dear readers, to turn from world news to local events right here in the Free Republic of Felbania? I trust that the frequent complaints that I don’t Share enough around here will in short order become a chorus of “Enough about you already - we’d rather read 1,000 hysterically funny words on the ‘bird flu’ outbreak in Hong Kong.”

Be careful what you wish for, folks, coming and going…

- Congratulations to Elliot, winemaker and frequent commenter here at Fanatical Apathy, for his admirable appearance on this week’s show as a listener contestant. Not to give away the outcome, but our man performed with uncommon skill and touching loyalty. You can, of course, hear the voice behind the cyber-presence this weekend.

- I’ve received my wedding pictures, and as soon as I can purloin some time with a scanner I’ll post some of them in the designated thread in the Forum. The bride looks absolutely stunning and radiant, but for some strange reason the groom came out looking less dashing than… well, goofy. There must have been a smudge on the lens or some sort of weird flaw in the developing process or something.

- I’ll be hosting “Felber’s Frolics” tomorrow night [Newcomers: when following this link, please ignore the unfortunate ol’ photos and know that I did not marry my own sister - this was her brilliant and probably illegal method of procuring free web space for advertising]. So come on down and see how much less entertaining the show is without my multitalented sister at the helm. The reason I’m stepping in from my usual role as musical sidekick: She’s bought the farm. Well, more of a house, actually - a charming country retreat for her and her husband, which they’re closing on this weekend. Mentioning the Prettier Felber reminds me that she’s been blogging fairly regularly of late, and - bad brother that I am - I’ve yet to provide you with the link. Perhaps she doesn’t want me to, come to think of it. But she’s out of town and won’t be able to actually pummel me for several days, so…. here it is.

- Finally (yes, we Felbers are an industrious folk), my saintly mother, currently grousing about a conspicuous lack of grandchildren, has compensated by birthing a new novel, which will soon hit the stands. All rumors that the title has something to do with me being a mail-order husband are somewhat exaggerated.

So there you go. Now stay tuned for sharp satire about sneezing chickens…