Please put the cap back on that. You're driving.

We had a dream last night that we were on a ship, in the middle of the ocean, and we were being surrounded by pirates. These were no ordinary pirates however. These pirates were all dressed up like Richard Marx and they lulled us to sleep with adult contemporary soft rock. When we awoke this morning, we had mullets and no career direction. One of us even found a peg leg but later realized it was just a chair leg that had broken off of the chair last night while we were all playing the Jerry Springer game. If you've never played this game, please don't start now. The cops usually show up and the males wind-up shirtless and drunk. Co-dependant fun.

Russel Simins. Not the hip-hopper mogul but the drummer with Jon Spencer Blues Explosion has an album entitled "Public Places". Check it out. It's a fine slice of rock. And we like our rock thinly sliced. Like ham. And cheese. You can make more sandwiches that way. At the end of the day, whoever has the most sandwiches wins. We're not sure what they win. Maybe condiments. Sandwiches tend to be dry without them. Hold the pickle. media5