Random thoughts on a Wednesday

- Megan Fox is literally painful to look at. Josh and I had a conversation the other day about how when watching video footage of her, we get physically sick to our stomachs because she is far too perfect. It's painful seeing something you'll never have. Damn you, 90210 guy!

- John and Kate. Who are these people, and why am I supposed to care about them? I hear the names constantly, yet I seriously have not a damned clue what this trainwreck is supposed to be about.

- Cycling. I fucking love it. Officially addicted, and I will be purchasing my own bike very soon. Many thanks to Sgt. Caballero for letting Chris and I borrow his. Seriously, though. Riding is great. When you're on the trail with your earbuds in, music cranked, pedaling your ass off, checking out the scenery (both human and environmental), it's one of the most serene, accomplished feelings. Do it, and you'll see.

- Mastodon's new record "Crack The Skye". Are you shitting me? A metal record released in 2009 that actually has something interesting to say, and just plain fucking destroys? I haven't shelled out money for a metal band other than Slayer since high school, I think. And the 'making of...' DVD that came with it? So damned inspiring. Gave me so much more respect for the band and how they work together.

- The Mighty Boosh. At first? I couldn't find the humor in it. But after repeated viewings of the "Old Gregg" and "Crack Fox" sketches? Pure comedic gold.

- Comfest is this weekend. Expensive beer, smelly hippies, and women walking around with their boobs out who frankly...shouldn't be walking around with their boobs out. Granted, there are some women who SHOULD be walking around with their boobs out. But there are more girls who shouldn't be walking around with their boobs out than girls who should be walking around with their boobs out. Oh, yeah. Bands are playing too, I think. But there will also be girls walking around with their boobs out.

End random thought blog. ADD wins. Moving onto something else now.