The curious Web site/thingy Gender Analyzer considers the main page at Nuttycombe.com to be written, with 95% certainty, by a man. These blog pages, however, are apparently written by an 82% man.

Now I will gladly admit to being 95% man. And some days that figure might slip a point or two. Other days, I can confidently approach 98%. But 82? I thump my chest and grunt in the direction of Gender Analyzer.

(Tip of the hat to The Sexist for the link.)

While our crack team of scientists labor to return the sidebar from its inter-dimensional travels, below is a listing of what avid readers would normally find in its place. Which is to say, shining examples of my previous work, including embarassing photos. Enjoy.

Contact Me
My References
VIDEOS
48 Hour Films
How to Lobby Your Congressperson
Neat Stuff Sketches

SOUNDS
Jingles
Musical Madness
NPR Commentaries
Studio Work

WORDS
Sofa Art
Battle of the Bands
Music d’Amore
Non-Books
Little Tavern
The End of Little Tavern
Grog and Tankard
Novelty Music
End of the Jingle
Esquivel!
Videocrity
The Big List of Bad Movies
American Theater?

The sidebar has mysteriously vanished. Management is working on the matter. Thank you for your understanding.

The above shot was taken inside the elevator of the Wilkes-Barre, Pa., Days Inn. Not, as researchers previously speculated, inside a Turkish prison in 1968.

I was in Wilkes-Barre on top-secret assignment for a documentary project that will blow the lid off all previous documentaries — and I’m looking at you, Al Gore! While I am not at liberty to reveal anything more about this future award-winner, here is a photo of the actual Days Inn where I spent a blissful, nightmare-plagued evening. Oh, how I suffer for my art…

So, I finally did the Facebook thing, largely at the instigation of my wife. Who now keeps sending me eggs and cupcakes that I cannot eat.

Which means that instead of doing anything actual, I’m busy building my friend list. Which also means asking myself, Is this person actually my friend? Well, of course — you’re all my friends, aren’t you? So, go ahead and give me a poke…

Updated my review of “make-out” music with examples of said tunes. You may listen freely here. But a caution: These songs are from a collection called “Music for Love.” You may find your inhibitions under attack.

OK, I’m not quite in the weblebrity class as LonelyGirl15, Chris Crocker, or that Dramatic Chipmunk, but I certainly am thrilled.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Bobby Hill, I am now the host of a daily comedy program on WPFW 89.3 FM, “Laugh To Keep From Crying.” Each weekday at 2:30 p.m., I will reach deep into the Nuttycombe Audio Archives to bring just a little bit of happiness to this increasingly sad world. It’s the least I can do. And I mean that literally.

Because when I say “host” and “program,” what I mean that LTKFC is a 45-second to three-minute interlude in the middle of the Midday Jazz show, for which I recorded a one-time intro and outro. But you should listen, because as I said, it’s all about the happiness. You’re welcome.

We begin this week with Moms Mabley. Most weeks should begin with Moms, don’t you think? You may stream here.

Oh, for how long only the WordPress demons know.

I shall now endeavor to re-post the posts I posted earlier, in the original order so that no one will suspect a thing. That same no one who is reading this blog.

Thank you. Good night.