Notes from the cheap seats

SexyBark

Boogie Nights.

The Oilman.

Blue. Gold. Blue. Gold.

I'm starting to feel like Arthur Fonzerelli pacing nervously on a California beach, wearing only a speedo and my leather jacket and my black boots, contemplating why the fuck would anyone, much less me, need to jump a fucking shark?

Rage against the machine. Literally huge.

It's a dog's life. And then there's my Ty.

You’ve just begun singing again, for the first time in years. Have you at least stayed limber with karaoke? Depending how much beer has been had, I do a really great version of “Justify My Love,” usually involving everyone in the room. So I’ll rewrite it to fit the occasion. I think the last time was in Paris. Actually, “I want to kiss you in Paris,” that’s the first line, so you have to do “Justify My Love.”

Take the b out of beast and it's East. Reasons why The Motels broke up.

ITT Technology marketing plan to increase student enrollment. New to them i-phones. How could it fail?

You don't want to make me mad.

Sunday funnies. Oh Rob!

Smokey the Smoker smoked smokes inside the smokestack by the seashore.

Hair, there, everywhere.

You can't buy love on eBay. I think.

ME