John Adams

Is crazy good. Makes me wish I had been more passionate about history back when I was studying it, but then again, people didn't care about making Sega Genesis games realistically portraying the battles of Concord and Lexington, so maybe I never had a chance. Also, I miss living in a city where the American history predates Cowboys.

If you did see it, you can catch when it HBO airs it for the 85th time this week.

That's all.

Great Band Names

While I have some time to kill, here are some potential names for the great rock band I'm not starting - hence, you can use them as the name for YOUR great rock band:

- Dogface All-Stars
- Urgent Bladder Syndrome
- Prada Feet
- Gloryhumpers
- Dr. Harmony's Funtime Jug Band

You can use those, but I'm keeping "The Dyspeptic Rash Fighters."

Thanks, entrepreneurship!

This is what happens when people from 15 years ago get a hold of a time machine and start a business today - this is current:

So...

I recently perused the few "user comments" I've received from the readers of this blog, and aside from one or two genuine comments (which were greatly appreciated), the rest were comprised of spam, offering me the opportunity to get free porn or telling me how interesting my blog was and that I should read THEIR blog.

Frankly, I don't know whether to be annoyed that they've sent spam bots to attack my little blog or hopeful that the robots gave it a read before lifting their cyber-leg and doing their business all over the comments section.

Seriously

Recently, I found myself on Santa Monica's 3rd Street Promenade with some time to kill. After a little browsing, I found myself doing what most people in their lives have done at one point or another: I moseyed into the Brookstone to use one of their massage chairs for way too long.

Let me back up a second. I think the free Brookstone massage is one of the greatest things the modern mall has to offer, and I love forgetting about my cares and letting myself drift away while the hyperactive ten-year-old directly behind me plays with a mechanical dragon that dances to iPod music. Brookstone itself is the greatest, because not one item that it sells is something you need. If you purchase something from Brookstone, congratulations - you've briefly become a wasteful rich person!

Anyway, as I sat there, enjoying the benefits of a luxury item I had no intention of buying, in walks the lost member of Color Me Badd, he euro hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a blazer and round sunglasses with the ever-cool blue tint. He's listing to music via his wrap-around-behind-the-head earphones. He slips into the chair next to mine after removing his suede moccasins. He smells. He hums along to his music. He is a burden.

And I realize: this is where he goes for his regular massage.

Suddenly, I hate myself for sitting in the chair in the first place. I do NOT want to be that guy.