Finding: Moo & Oink is the greatest thing I have ever seen.

I just laughed so hard at the way he says, "MoooooOOO and OiiiiIIIIIInnnKKKK!" at the end that I fell off my chair at work.

Moo & Oink Dance - Classic Commercial

Finding: The hair doesn't always make the band

If bad hair equaled good music, Badfinger would have been the BEST BAND EVER. It is hard to say which of the four has the worst hair. Maybe it's pinecone head in front. But at least his is bad guy's hair. The three others have girl hair. There's the girl who ran for student council when you were in high school (and lost--big-time) on the left. The weird bus driver who washed her hair with beer to make it all scratchy and puffy on the right. And then your mom in the back. It's incredible that this band was able to produce some great music. But it's clear that after a while their hair started doin' the talkin' and that's when you get songs like "Desperado."

Finding: Halloween without The Misfits

is like Christmas without Santa. Horror Business, London Dungeon, Astro Zombies, Night of the Living Dead, and let's not forget, Halloween. Say what you want about candy, pumpkins, sexy cat costumes and bobbing for apples. For my money, Halloween is all about Hell-on-earth Evil. And no one does gothic-horror-evil like The Misfits. Don't believe me? Dress up like an M&M and listen to 'The Monster Mash'. Tonight is a Ghouls Night Out. No Evil = No Fun.

Finding: Sting really kind of sucks now

I know that this finding is nothing new. We all know that Sting kind of sucks now (just look at that black mesh shirt--and those pants!). But I am posting it anyway because my goddamn neighbor has been listening to the song "Fields of Gold" non-stop since Monday night. NON-STOP. (Except for that one time when he changed it up with Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer").

And I am not exaggerating when I say non-stop. Monday night I come home and he is BLARING it. Then it goes on all night--until I fall asleep and can't hear it anymore. But then it just keeps going the next day. And the next. FYI, it is now FRIDAY. And this has been going on since MONDAY.

I could go on about this but I will stop here with another Finding: My neighbor is insane. Or dead.

Finding: The Fucking Champs play some nasty rock

Good nasty. Listen to Flawless Victory.


Another finding about this band is that they can turn people into wild banshees. It was last new year's eve at one of their shows that some crazy bitch did a little dance in front of me and then swooped down and bit my inner thigh. No joke.