what...

My dad called me today and asked me if Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem were in the Rock and Roll hall of fame. I told him they weren't and he asked why. Instead of telling him that they weren't a real band and were a creation of the Muppet Show I told him that it took Black Sabbath 6 years to get in after being eligible*.

If you've ever wondered why this blog is the way it is here is why; I was raised by a man that likes the work of puppeteers more than rock musicians yet he's been playing guitar since he was fourteen years old. With all these mixed signals it's kind of a surprise I waste time on the internet instead of spending my days with attempted burglary, selling fake drugs or being gay.**

* This was wrong, they got inducted after 8 years of eligibility.

** All can easily be done on the internet.

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deaf...

I once pretended to be deaf rather than give directions to a motorist. And that's just the beginning.

what?

what? yes.  fuck the international olympic committee...tanya harding...bring that shit back to nashaville..

church...

Today I asked my friend Reginald what he's doing for Halloween. Reginald and his fiancee are going to be hanging out with some of their friends. These particular friends have children, one of which is soon to be baptized. Reginald is slated to be this child's Godfather. I told Reginald he needs to get this kid a present and it doesn't matter what it is but he needs to wrap the present up in the shape of a horse's head. If that's not a good punchline I don't know what is.

doppelgangers...

This is a picture of Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at a recent show in Boston...

And this is a picture of Galactus: Destroyer of Worlds...

And this is a picture of me not wearing pants...

And this has been the nerdiest post ever on Blog and Main. Thanks for reading!

transportation...

I don't take kindly to bicycling. Ever since a simple ride one summer lead to me getting a skull fracture, multiple concussions and a (debatable) mental condition. It literally took me 8 minutes just to think of the phrase "mental condition". Anyway, today was the day where I found my glorious dream bike. Without any further ado...

Seriously? You really think you need to lock this thing up?