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Full disclosure; I’m writing this while listening to a playlist of all early Ramones songs and Johnny Cash gospel. They are going amazing together. I have a feeling this is going to be the best day ever.
So, true story, the best show I ever went was Motorhead with the Misfits opening for them. Not only was it a soul searing awesome good time, but at this particular time, Marky Ramone was playing drums for the Misfits. So that means that members of my three favorite bands in high school were sharing a stage together. Really, the only way it could have been better would be if Stephen Malkmus dropped by to jam with them on Killed by Death. Then it would have been the greatest night of my life without doubt and I would have had to kill myself immediately after, because nothing would be that cool ever again.
We’ve already talked endlessly of my love of Perfect Strangers, so we don’t need to revisit that. We have not however talked about my love of the Laverne and Shirley theme song. Admittedly, I don’t watch the show. Never have. I mean, I’ve caught episodes here and there, but it never struck me as a show that I would seriously get into. However, that is one catchy as fuck theme song. I could sing that all day long. In fact, I might. In fact, I’m doing it right now.
So, there was some controversy regarding whether or not Dick Cheney has a pulse last night. Now, we were talking in a strictly literal way last night. So, here’s the basic reason why Darth Cheney actually does not have a pulse, courtesy of Jason Hart, quiz editor and beard grower extraordinaire; our pulse is created by the left ventricle pumping blood from the heart into the aorta. But Dick’s got himself a device that does that work for him, thus in the traditional sense, he has no pulse. And considering the fact that this guy is already part cyborg, we should probably be glad he’s only shot one person in the face.
Finally, let’s talk about Grey’s Anatomy. Ugh… never mind. Fuck that nonsense, it’s terrible and has no reason to exist. And I really think the organ that was dropped on the floor in that one episode was Katherine Heigl’s career. She really is an awful person and has no business being on tv or in movies. She can go to hell and die.
That’s all for today kids. I’ll see you next week, when I’m thinking of new ways to insult you and sneak the word cunt into random rounds.