Tie-Dyed Brain Rays

Talk of the Town

On Friday the 13th our very own minister of propaganda, Rush Goebbels, went out of town. Mr. Carlson needed somebody reliable to fill his shoes. He needed someone who sounded great on the radio, was quick thinking, who could establish a rapport with the audience, who could captivate the listeners with his clever insight and witty banter. He needed a professional who could thrill and entertain with every breath, but most importantly someone with the technical savvy to push the right buttons and twist the right knobs in the proper sequence to make radio magic. Since no one like that was available, he picked me.

And so I joined the legion of talking heads.

Don't Pick Up Hitchhikers

This weekend Brother Man decided he wanted to catch "The Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy" at the local cinema. He invited me to go. I've been a Douglas Adams fan since I was a kid in high school. What could I say?

It started out well enough, with this catchy toe-tapper.

So long and thanks for all the fish
So sad that it should come to this
We tried to warn you all, but oh dear

You may not share our intellect
Which might explain your disrespect
For all the natural wonders that grow around you
So long, so long and thanks for all the fish

Your world's about to be destroyed
There's no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you

Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought that most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women

So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long
So long, so long and thanks for all the fish

A Day in the Life

I'm hooked on Discovery's new show, "The Deadliest Catch," all about Alaskan crab fisherman. Have you seen this thing?