I Come in Peace

The greatest show about nothing since "Seinfeld" was canceled is back for its ninth installment. Tar balls may be the order of the day on the Gulf Coast where I roam, but this Foycast is more like a tar ball rolling downhill, building up momentum more and more as it goes on. My co-host Uncle Creepy started out ultra surly, but by the end he was all sunshine and rainbows after a giddy hour tripping down so-bad-it's-good movie memory lane. "Let's do the hustle!"