best band ever

nothing like a subject filled with hyperbole to get the juices flowing. here's a semi-original thought i just had: the band guster is the only band that has CONSISTENTLY and tremendously improved with age. if that was the criteria for a good band, guster might be the best band in the world ... ever.

i'm sure many will say i'm wrong (and considering all the bands in all of time, 99.9% chance that i actually am wrong), but if that's the case, that means there are other bands out there who improved by leaps and bounds with each new album they pushed out. and IF THAT'S the case, then i want to listen to these bands. so please tell me about them.

mike!

i'm in the middle of the nov. 16th episode of lost and i need to say the following. i don't care if dr. michael aloiscious burton is an "other" or not. raise your hand if you're excited that mike is back!

holy shit! -- that dude just killed mike! lost has reached new levels of torment. jj abrams is on my permanent poo list.

seriously, don't talk to me.

my brain just exploded

i'm about to link you to a page that features a jpeg. i assure you this is not flash. it is not a moving gif. it is a static image.

prepare to have your mind blown: http://www.flickr.com/photos/brm/63326841/in/pool-intoit/

the local news

let me paraphrase a promo for the local phoenix news that aired during tonight's family guy ... "tornados, bombings, tidal waves ... some say these are the signs of the end of days. [cut to some guy in the desert with a kick-ass smokey mustache, likely a cowboy] 'people should be scared'. fox news tonight at 10!"

give it a moment.

ok, let's assume for a moment that the apocalypse is coming. let's also assume that fox 10 news in phx is the one and only news source that has learned the how's and the why's of this upcoming apocalypse. let's make yet another assumption that the mustache cowboy is the harbinger of the downfall of all mankind.

with all that in place, what the hell is fox 10 going to be able to report in their half hour segment that is going to help us? it's the f'ing apocalypse, people! we're all done. put the end-all-be-all fork in us. it's not like boarding up your windows or getting a spam blocker is going to save you from the wraith of the 4 horsemen.

"signs of the apocalypse and your 5-day forecast tonight at 10!"

always remember

the message contained in the link below is one that i mean sincerely. it's something i've explored deeply in my soul and come to realize is as true now as it ever has been. something i feel so strongly about, i need to share. so please click below and receive the best message i can pass on to anyone.

click here
(having your sound turned on will really help ... and this is not a scary link where it's all quiet and you crank your volume and then jump out of your skin when this amazingly loud sound hits ... and the sound is "office-safe" too)

chobot

i don't know why i've kept this one under the rug for so long. maybe because i really don't know what to do with this information. the girl seen to the left (jessica chobot) has a running article that she does for ign.com. she is attractive, a good writer, funny, and plays lots and lots of video games. i don't know if i should be excited or frustrated by the fact that girls like this exist. anyway i emailed her and she commented on my blog.

see her actual comment posted on my blog by clicking here.

again i really don't know what do with this information.

it's cool, i clapped his shoes

ok, i realize i'm due. with that said, i would like to share the security measures of the staff at the marquee theatre in phx. you get your ticket, you line up to get checked for knives, guns, contraband, cameras, nun chuks, sling shots. you take all your crap out of your pockets and hold it in your hands. something that i dare anyone to do gracefully. you hold out your hands and try not to drop your wallet, keys, cell phone, ticket, ipod, miniature yorkie and then they check your person. next is the best part. assuming you're wearing something other than flip flops or gels, you have to take off your shoes and hand them to the person that just checked your biz. it's time for the shoe check. allow me to illustrate:



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they hold your shoes apart and then clap the soles together. that's it. then you get them back and have to oh-so-gracefully put your shoes back on and reload your pockets.

so the real question is ... why the hell did my shoes pass? because they didn't explode? how many marquee security guards have perished as a result of this hands-on test? do they have their own memorial? they should.