I was overhearing a conversation between two actresses while I was setting up my camera and heard one say to the other, "Did you know Jane Pauley, in her new book admits to being Bisexual?"

Every person on the crew stopped what they were doing. And by crew I mean just me. So I stopped what I was doing and said, "What?"

It wasn't till I got home and while watching the orgy of the closing ceremonies of the Olympics, NBC ran a story about Jane Pauley whose highly anticipated syndicated talk show debuts Tonight, reveals she was treated for bipolar disorder in her new memoir.

Bipolar disorder... Not Bisexual disorder. As if that's a disorder.

I really gave my age away when talking with one of the girls about how sad I was that Laura Branigan, singer of the hit "Gloria," died. She was only 47 and died of a brain aneurysm.

They didn't know who she was. I tried singing some of her songs. I did a little of "How Am I Supposed to Live Without You," and told them she was on soundtracks for the film "Flashdance."

"Oh I saw "Flashdance," with Jennifer Lopez, right?"

I had no idea what she was talking about.

The other girl said, "No, that was "Showgirls" idiot!"

I have to admit, when I first started out in radio I loved Laura Branigan. I always thought she was hot!

They know who Jane Pauley is, but no idea about Laura Branigan.

Earlier in the day I had to decide whether to wash a load of old underwear, or just toss them into a Hefty trashbag and throw that into the alleyway dumpster?

I chose the trash.

I swear this was a lot of underwear that I was always afraid to throw away. They were close to me like a baby blanket and even with holes and skidmarks, they were comfortable and soft to the ass and balls.

But out they went.

Tonight after a hard day with pretty but stupid girls in little clothing, I picked up some empty drink bottles and paper plates...



I was craft service too!

Out in the dark alleyway I see the dumpster lid open with the night peppered with the sight of dozens of White Manties littering the area.

Seems some homeless dumpster diver thinking he had hit the jackpot of trashbag treasures popped open and found my old underwear.

I walked around and picked up as many of them as I could as I saw he had thrown one up onto the powerline next to the sneakers with the tied shoelaces.

I would hate someone to find them as many of them have not only my name and address sewn into them, but also, "Front" and "Back," plus my DNA.