Since the lovely Alena likes it so much when I use the journal to pimp events: my karoake buddy Tom is organizing a bit of a to-do for Toys for Tots tomorrow at the Courtside in Cambridge. Here's the deal: you come, you bring a toy for a tot, you get drunk and sing some kick-ass karaoke. You win, the tots win - everybody wins. And who doesn't like tots, really? Got to love the tots.

As an extra-special bonus, the first toy-bearing carbon-based life form that approaches me on Thursday night and calls me a "fat Christmas goose" will get the honor of choosing my song in karaoke roulette. That's right - I will step up and sing your song, sight unseen, to the humiliation of myself and delight of the spiteful, bloodthirsty audience. If you think about it, it's the perfect opportunity to help out some little kids while also venting any covert hostility you may be secretly harboring toward me. Apparently, there's a lot of that going around.

So I hope to see you all there. Come on - it's for the fucking tots.