Another week, another sign of the Impending Apocalypse: As if the first one wasn’t bad enough, 20th Century Fox is stroking its invisible beard and formulating its evil plans to make Garfield 2, a sequel to the live-action Garfield movie it released last year. Ugh.
Meanwhile, gas prices in Southern California have finally breached the $3-per-gallon mark. I went out last night in search of el cheapo fuel and managed to fill up at $2.79 per gallon. Now I can’t even say that we invaded Iraq for the oil, because gas prices have gotten so ridiculously expensive that we’re probably not seeing much output from Iraq at all. The question remains… why are we there, and why are we still there?
But now for the moderately happy thought of the day: Brooklyn, NY-based band Kids Against Combs were preparing to put out an album last month called Sean Hannity (631) 673-8003—Hannity’s real, private, unlisted home number, and the band also put his home address in the liner notes. Mr. Hannity was not amused, and his cadre of lawyers sent “Whoa, Nellie!” letters to the band. Kids Against Combs have retitled their album, which is now for sale: Please enjoy The Album Formerly Known As Sean Hannity’s Phone Number ... Currently Sean Hannity Is a Democracy Subverting Douche Bag.
For some reason, at one point last night I dreamed I was listening to Faith No More… I mean, I’m not surprised that my subconscious recognizes the awesomeness that is Faith No More, but still, to dream about the actual process of getting a CD and listening to it? In that vein, may I present for your right-clicking-and-save-as-ing pleasure: