I have not been paid to tell you:
Spoon (don’t you evah) and Puddle of Mudd (maybe I’m the one who is a schizophrenic psycho, yeah) are getting me through the workweek.
Kung Fu Panda is an absolute howl. Particularly a must-see for Donnie and Chessloser, my fellow bad kungfu movie aficianados. (Donnie – borrow somebody’s kid so you won’t look like a dork.)
I also like Levis, I drive a ’99 Camry, I will make almost any excuse to eat at Anneka Jan’s in Kittery Maine and I heartily recommend the ancient Jerger analog chess clock (“genau! gerauscharm!”), which you can probably scare up on eBay.
Now if Shaquille and Michael Jordan appeared on television to tell you this, you’d jump right up and head for iTunes and/or the movies and/or Kittery and/or eBay. Even though their endorsements are compensated. THEY WERE PAID TO SAY STUFF TO SELL YOU THE UNDERWEAR OR SNEAKERS OR WHATEVER. Why does this work? What is wrong with you people? It’s ridiculous.