I'm less afraid of vampires than I am of men who will walk around the men's locker room in a public gym in their bare feet. Costco pizza is legitimately hazardous for your health. I'm getting "Tim Walz face" and I'm not happy about it. Fuck the Hustons, the Gables, and most likely the Millers, too. (But I'm still trying) I watched the Deadwood movie, and mostly wished I hadn't. Did I put up 280 on bench press?? You'll have to listen to find out! Hurry! My amigo(?) Dusty and Mrs Dusty came to town on Saturday night, and Mr. Rocha and I regaled them with a comedy show AND a VIP Comedy Store experience. It pays to be a fan of THIS show, I tell ya!

I'm adjusting to this drastic change in lifestyle at my advanced age, and hopefully you won't have to hear too much more about it, or the agony of de-feet. I tell you about the "scene from Midnight Express" showers I experienced at my new primary gym, LA Fitness in the deep valley. I've about had it with Jerry Seinfeld and his imperious, haughty attitude. The real question is "why hasn't anyone else," and when will someone have the balls to tell him to shut the fuck up, or kiss their ass? He even made a monkey out of Adam Carolla. I finished up Deadwood and had some thoughts about the series. I saw the lil indie hit "Tuner," and I also saw Masters Of The Universe. I really liked it, but you can rest assured I manage to spend way more time complaining about it than complimenting it, because I'm an ass.

Why doesn't technology ever just work like it's supposed to? I might have accidentally gotten Mark Normand's ass kicked. I mention the benchin'. I had a couple of margaratias that could take the paint off a tractor on Saturday, and Sunday I drank enough whiskey to slow an Irishman at the Vinnie Stigma/Outlaw Vinnie Stigma show in Long Beach. (Which was a hoot) I went to see the Hallways movie.