My band. I would prefer if we were much better. And the market is rewarding us accurately.

"Did you see Asian Steve Perry give me a high-five? It was awesome!"

Can't wait for that one to get me. Assuming of course it comes for me before prostate cancer.

Something something splinter INTO ass.

Were you invited?

Why are you so angry? You should just stop that and be happy like everybody else.

I was just thinking that perhaps Colorado could get me a residence there, then I could serve. I'm that selfless.

You're older than you've ever been. And now you're even older. And now you're older still.

South San Gabriel (and Centro-Matic for that matter) are awesome.

I still use CDs. Granted, I've ripped all my old CDs and just burn copies for everyday, but I still have several CD cases in my car. I was thinking about finally getting rid of all the jewel cases and putting everything into CD binders, but the prices are outrageous. Plus I'm lazy. This doesn't really help you, though.

This (probably fictional) record label would surely have pursued a partnership with Oi-vil Redenbacher. Everybody likes popcorn.

Bracket and Lagwagon were some of my favorites out of that set. And while Strung Out shared some superficial similarities to other groups, I think they were pretty far ahead in technical ability. You try playing that stuff at 240 bpm.

To paraphrase:
"What day did God create The Chainsmokers, and couldn't he have rested that day too?"

Mickelson always falls apart.

There's always sucking in a foursome.

Friday: The First.

We'll always have the jokes.

Never seen Lifeforce, but his description made me think of Once Bitten starring Jim Carrey, since I saw most of it for the first time a few months ago. I didn't actually stay until the end though.

Dammit. I just took a swig of tea and almost ruined my monitor there. I just didn't see it coming.

So you take the good. You take the bad. It takes different strokes to move the world, is what I'm sayin' here.