It's the start of another great week, and Brendan and I will be back on the air this afternoon at 12pm. I guess we're not really on the air, since our signal is not being broadcast via antenna, more like 'on the wires'. I might coin that term. If we could ever take calls in my bedroom studio, I might say, "You're in the wires with Matt and Brendan".

We've got a lot to talk about this afternoon, including a recap from the weekend's parties. I know Brendan spent Friday night at a lingerie shop, so his weekend probably peaked pretty early. I imagine if you were a lingerie buying lady who didn't know who Brendan was that night, your shopping experience might become somewhat uncomfortable. You just showed up to buy some sexy underwear for your man, maybe a little Valentine's Day surprise, and there's some creepy dude with an even creepier voice standing over in the bustier section, glaring at you. It might taint the shopping experience, but for Brendan, I'm sure it was paradise. I know I was definitely jealous.

I thought the Grammy's were pretty enjoyable last night, and they seemed to feature a heavy amount of live performances this particular year. I assume they probably did this on purpose to make the show more exciting, as I'm sure people generally get bored of the acceptance speeches. They only problem with this logic was that with so many live and energetic performances, the few acceptance speeches they did air seemed ten times as boring as usual. I'm just glad Queen Latifa wasn't the host. Amy Winehouse had to perform via satellite from London, and she had her own private host in Cuba Gooding Jr.. Who makes that executive decision? Out of all the people to fly out to London to introduce Amy, it's "Snow Dogs" very own, CGJr. Amy was great though, and delightfully creepy. Something about her cold, distant stare, and her seemingly involuntary twitches and body spasms, really turns me on!