The Mentors, motherfuckers.

I've tried to listen to What the Fuck a few times and just can't seem to get through a whole one. Maron has a lot of energy, but the content doesn't match up, from the four I've tried listening to. Maybe better planning and editing would help.

And come to think of it, a lot of that type of experimental shit from the late 60's hasn't aged well. "Lumpy Gravy," for instance. Or Burroughs-type tape cut-ups, even though those probably weren't put on records for sale to the public until decades later.

Some people like avant garde art noise. Some don't. I think "Revolution 9" hasn't necessarily aged well, but at the time it was probably pretty cool for the Beatles to put it on there, just in a fuck-with-expectations kind of way. You know, for a pop band.

It took me three days to get it and that was only after Sean O'Neal EXPLAINED it to me. Because I am an idiot.

Or maybe Bloody Sunday. Could they please arrange for Bono and Adge to be near some dangerous equipment, please? Maybe under some frail ropes tenuously holding some cinder blocks?

Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg for 2010. Maybe I'll start on Wu-Tang in 2011.

Even if the songs were real, they would be fake.

Wow, you have an office door!

What do fake G's move like? Tuna hotdish?

Up here in da nort we prefer combo Taco John's and Steak Escape.

ARBEIT MACHT HOFF

They're not really robots if they are operated by remote control, is that not right? In order to be robots, don't they have to control their own motion? So all these shows are RV toy battles. Which is fine.

Yeast is important and good,I should belatedly add.

Like yeast.

Go ahead and watch the first two seasons of Six Inches Under if you have a sensitive girlfriend who likes that kind of thing.

"Look Who's Bursting Out of Your Chest Now!"

Dude, Where's my Chest?

I think he's missing an "h" in there, right before "-oot." And a "myself."

That guy looks kind of like Kinch!