Now Serving Number 38...

Band equipment stolen: PLEASE REPOST.

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 00:07:13 GMT

Bad Religion has posted this bulletin; The Stooges had all of their equipment stolen. Please read, repost, and make sure you forward it to anyone that may be in the area in Montreal. It sucks to happen to any band, but to such an old school band with such a list of equipment....

Begin forwarded message:

if anyone has information, ANY INFORMATION!
please, please, PLEASE as soon as possible contact
Eric Fischer at:
nycentral13@gmail.com
cell phone: +1 646 932 1907

PLEASE FORWARD AS FAR AND WIDE AND AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!!!

IGGY AND THE STOOGES
EQUIPMENT STOLEN ON AUGUST 4, 2008
OUTSIDE THE EMBASSY SUITES HOTEL
208 SAINT ANTOINE OUEST,
MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA

all equipment was in a rented penske 15 foot yellow truck
with u.s.

(michigan) license plate number AC46493
and the theft had to have happened in the morning,
between 6:30 and 7:30 am

there's a web page at:

http://www.hootpage.com/stoogesstolenstuff/stoogesstolenstuff.html

that will soon have pictures and updates to more stuff found missing

Item Country of Origin Serial Number

Red roadcase containing: USA No serial number
Red Gibson 1963 EB-3 bass (this is mike watt's bass!) USA No serial number

Black roadcase containing: USA No serial number
Reverend Flying V guitar - Volcano black USA #08001

Black roadcase containing: USA No serial number
Reverend Orange guitar USA 03416 ZSL7

Black fibre case containg: USA No serial number
Gibson red SG short scale bass USA No serial number

Black roadcase containing: USA No serial number
Marshall Vintage/Modern Amplifier UK M-2007-07-0926-2 RoHS

Black roadcase containing: USA No serial number
Marshall Vintage/Modern Amplifier UK M-2007-07-0927-2 RoHS

4x Marshall 4x12 Cabinets (with Tuki cover) UK #1 Slant: M-2007-05-0149-0

4x Marshall 4x12 Cabinets (with Tuki cover) UK #2 Straight: M-2006-49-0380-0

4x Marshall 4x12 Cabinets (with Tuki cover) UK #3 Slant: M-2007-05-0150-0

4x Marshall 4x12 Cabinets (with Tuki cover) UK #4 Straight: M-2006-49-0381-0

Orange Calzone road case containing:
Guitar pedal board and pedals USA/Japan No serial number
Assorted leads USA/UK No serial number
2x mic stands Germany No serial number
Assorted strings and spares USA No serial number
plus:
2x Boss TU2 Chromatic Tuner
Boss CH1 Super Chorus
Fulltone OCD Overdrive
Crybaby Wah
Peterson Strobo-Stomp Tuner Pedal
Whirlwind A/B Boxes
Whirlwind Cable Tester
and many many istrument cables
various tools ( screwdrivers, soldering iron, pliers, etc... )
tambourine and maracas

Cardboard box containing:
Assorted replacement drum heads USA No serial number

Gretsch Silver Sparkle Catalina drum kit USA No serial number
26" Kick Drum No serial number
13" Rack Tom No serial number
18" Floor Tom No serial number
4x Cymbal Stands No serial number
1x Snare Stand No serial number
1x Hi Hat Stand No serial number
1x Drum Throne No serial number

Eden D810 Bass cabinet USA D810RP4 0703E5001

Eden D810 Bass cabinet USA D810RP4 0703E5002

Cardboard box containg:
Eden VT300 Bass amplifier USA 0601E5115

Cardboard box containg:
Eden VT300 Bass amplifier USA 0507E5033

Floor Fan CHINA No serial number

Floor Fan CHINA No serial number

Green clamshell suitcase containing:
Yamaha snare drum JAPAN No serial number
Yahama kick pedal JAPAN No serial number
Zildjian Mega Bell cymbal USA No serial number
Zildjian 15" Hi-Hats USA No serial number
3x Zildjian 18" 19" 20" crash medium cymbals USA No serial number

Brown Epiphone guitar case:
Black Epiphone EB3 short scale bass KOREA F300503

PLEASE FORWARD AS FAR AND WIDE AND AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!!!

if anyone has information, ANY INFORMATION!
please, please, PLEASE as soon as possible contact
Eric Fischer at:
nycentral13@gmail.com
cell phone: +1 646 932 1907

Wed, 29 Jun 2005 03:26:23 GMT

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 03:52:35 GMT

Bacardi 151
Congratulations! You're 137 proof, with specific scores in beer (140) , wine (100), and liquor (86).

All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high
that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure,
you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to
the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is
most efficient.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 74% on proof
You scored higher than 99% on beer index
You scored higher than 91% on wine index
You scored higher than 94% on liquor index

Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid

The wedding countdown begins.

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 03:45:21 GMT

Twelve more days. I'm excited about being able to go home for a week, but damn, I wish Ben was coming with me. I mean, it will be great to be with my friends, and with my family, but I know it's just going to kill me to be that far away from him for so long. The longest we've gone apart was two nights since I moved here in April 2002. That's right, folks, I've been here for one year and five months now. Craziness.

I'm going to try to write something in this journal every day, even if it's just a stupid link or a random comment. I can't believe I've had this thing for so long, either. Time flies when you're having fun, huh?

The bachelorette party is Saturday. Then wrestling PPV on Sunday at George's, if I can still stand up straight. Then, one whole week of crazed wedding preparations. It's boiling down. Yay!!!!

Wed, 28 Jul 2004 11:57:46 GMT

KRAMER, Jeremy. Entered into eternal rest on the morning of July 27, 2004, Jeremy Alan Kramer. Residence, Charleston, SC. The relatives and friends are invited to attend his funeral services at the graveside in Brith Sholom Beth Israel Cemetery, Maryville , Wednesday, July 28, 2004 at ten o clock. Mr. Kramer was born December 9, 1975 in Charleston, SC, the son of Edward M. Kramer and Judy Whitfield Kramer. He was a graduate of Wando High School and attended Trident Technical College. He was a chef with the Mustard Seed Restaurant on James Island. Mr. Kramer was a member of Brith Sholom Beth Israel Synagogue. He is survived by his parents of Charleston, SC; one daughter: Naomi Barra of Greenville, SC; and one brother: Bradley S. Kramer of Charleston, SC. Memorials may be made to Brith Sholom Beth Israel Synagogue, 182 Rutledge Avenue, Charleston, SC, 29403. Arrangements by J. HENRY STUHR, INC., DOWNTOWN CHAPEL.

Random and miscellaneous thoughts...

Sun, 27 Jun 2004 01:09:29 GMT

I'm sitting here with a good cup of coffee, listening to an extremely relaxing and good cd, and it's making thoughts run a million miles a minute inside my head.

Some days I just sit back and laugh at my life. Five years ago, I was been pining away over some dipshit who didn't care too terribly much about me. I was working at a crap job that I hated more than words can say, even in screams of rage and agony. I had a large group of acquaintances, but few who could truly be called friends. I had days where I would cry myself to sleep over what a shitty, terrible life I had, and the feeling of total and utter hopelessness when it came to change.

Right now, I'm sitting here wondering where the hell that girl went. Because I don't have a clue. Somehow along this twisted and fragmented way, I learned to roll with the punches. I've learned to let things slide a lot more than I ever did. I don't let myself get crushed like I once did. And I certainly don't cry a tenth as much as I used to.

Five years ago, I would have never considered leaving the tiny, intimate world of Charleston. Oh, I would have bitched about wanting to start a new life in a new town, but it would have been all talk. (I did a lot of that back then!) I would have never imagined myself in a truly happy, reciprocated relationship. I never would have thought that even little things would make me smile like they do now.

These days I find myself more at peace about things. I wonder if it's the relationship and the comfortable familiarity that comes with it. In any case, I can say that I'm truly happy. Unless I end up doing all the roommates' dishes, but hell, even sometimes that's relaxing to me.

I guess what I'm trying to map out is that I'm happy. I'm comfortable, I sleep well at night, and I feel like every day is going to be better than the last. And that puts the biggest smile on my face. :)

Fri, 04 Jun 2004 03:53:56 GMT

Bored. Took a quiz. Found out I'm my favorite Our Lady Peace song.

4am

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I should have known better.

Thu, 22 Apr 2004 00:34:11 GMT

Today, we had to take Ben the cat to the vet. We switched him to diet fat cat food about a month ago, forgoing the usual "make your kitty pee! like mad" food, which he had been on for a whole year.
Well, this morning, he started peeing in weird places. Like on Fiancee Ben's shirt. (I have to say Fiancee Ben, because he and the cat have the same name. My life is full o' drama.)
He peed on Ben's shirt and on the bathroom rug. And when I tried to clean up the rug with some TP, it had pink stuff in it.

I never should have switched from the pee! cat food. One day I'll learn to stick with things that work, and leave unbroken stuff unfixed.

I've been having lots of weird diatribes in my head lately. Nothing bad, but lots of stuff is just getting on my nerves. I'm going to start posting more in order to get it out of my head. Otherwise, my brain will POP.

Neener neener neener.

Thu, 01 Apr 2004 14:35:53 GMT

Tomorrow night, at 7 pm, I will be hanging out with KEVIN SMITH!

Ok, well, so will 1300 other people, but I get to have "An Evening With Kevin Smith" at the University of Maryland. I am SO FREAKIN' EXCITED!!!!

YAY!!!! Just cross your fingers that there's a meet-n-greet afterwards. I would so love to shake his hand. (Oh, and have a picture made with him.)

(I don't think I'll tell him that my LJ is named after one of his characters, but I will mention that I'm sending him an invite to the wedding, as he's partially responsible for Ben and I getting together. Hee hee!)

Happy Burp Day!

Thu, 01 Apr 2004 13:54:54 GMT

To MaxO!

Happy Burp Day to you!
Happy Burp Day to you!
You look like a monkey,
And you smell like one, too!

Just kidding! Happy Birthday, you big goof!

Sat, 27 Mar 2004 13:38:38 GMT

Go see "Jersey Girl". I'm not saying this as a die-hard Kevin Smith fan. I'm saying it's a damn good movie, and by the end of it, you will literally have laughed, cried, and thought about your own life.

Seriously, go see it. Now.

Thu, 18 Mar 2004 23:49:18 GMT

Rest in peace, JJ.

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1485838/20040318/index.jhtml?headlines=true

Do it.

Sun, 14 Mar 2004 01:18:15 GMT

Got my engagement ring sized today. Yay! No more ghetto-looking bandaid holding it on my finger. When the guy sized it for me, I said, "I think I wear an 8", so he broke out the ring o' ring sizers. To my suprise, I really wear a 7. Yay! Smaller fingers than in high school.

Also, we went to go see "Starsky & Hutch". It is hilarious. Go see it. Do it.

:)

The funniest, coolest thing I've seen in a while...

Mon, 08 Mar 2004 01:39:55 GMT

Where Is My Gay Apocalypse?
Over 3,500 gay marriages and, what, no hellfire? I was promised hellfire. And riots. What gives?
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, March 5, 2004
©2004 SF Gate

URL: sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?
file=/gate/archive/2004/03/05/notes030504.DTL

I have been waiting patiently.

I have been staring with great anticipation out the window of my flat here in the heart of San Francisco, sighing heavily, waiting for the riots and the plagues and the screaming monkeys and the blistering rain of inescapable hellfire. I have my camera all ready
and everything.

There has been nothing. I see only some lovely trees and a stunning blue sky and my neighbor walking by with her pair of matching chow chows as a pained-looking woman struggles to parallel park her SUV.
Same old, same old.

And this is San Francisco, gay-marriage HQ, Sodom-and-Gomorrahville,debauchery central. We are supposed to be careening off the nice,safe road of social acceptability right now, welcoming chaos,exploding into a fiery hellmist of our own sick godless depravity and dropping off the disgusted planet any minute now.

Where is my raging apocalypse? This is what I want to know. Where is the social meltdown? The moral depravity? I was promised an apocalypse, dammit. What am I supposed to do with all these tubs of margarine and confetti and kazoos?

There have been more than 3,500 gay-marriage ceremonies in San Francisco so far. Hundreds more are just now kicking up a storm in Oregon and in beautifully rebellious little burgs around New York state. And, yet, nothing. No chaos. No rain of terror. Not even a lousy heat wave. Sigh.

Some homosexual couples have been married for more than three weeks now, living in utter godless sin as they drive their cars and shop and laugh and cry and go to work and pay their taxes and wonder about their dreams. Lightning has not struck them dead. The Hellmouth has not opened wide its gaping maw, hankering for some of the City's trademark Sourdough o' Sin. I am dumbfounded.

After all, gay marriage is supposed to ruin the nation, is it not? Induce actual rioting and civil unrest and shirtless anarchy as millions of stupefied citizens pray to a bloody pulverized Mel Gibson-y Jesus for redemption, as they suddenly begin questioning whether ogling the Pottery Barn catalog for more than 10 minutes might mean they're gay.

"It's anarchy," some guy named Rick Forcier, of the Washington state chapter of the Christian Coalition, actually whined. "We seem to have lost the rule of law. It's very frightening when every community decides what laws they will obey." Why, yes, Rick. It's total anarchy. Just look at all the screaming and the bloodshed and the gunfire. Run and hide, Rick. The gay people in love are coming. And they've got tattoos and funny haircuts and want to get married
and celebrate their love and be left alone. Hide the children.

This was -- and still is -- very much the right-wing sentiment. It was almost a guarantee: Same-sex marriage spelled the instantaneous end of all that is good and righteous and edible. Insurrection was imminent, apocalypse nigh. You could see it in their eyes -- they could hardly wait.

Hell, even Governator Arnie went on "Meet the Press" recently and proclaimed, semicoherently, that he was actually worried about the riots and deadly mayhem should S.F. continue with its brazen lawlessness. And look. Nothing. Not a peep. Not a single rabid spitting demon to be seen. Unless you count Lynne Cheney. Which you never, ever should.

I believe I have been misled. I was told repeatedly in extra-glowing terminology by multiple raging Bible-quoting drones that The Good Book expressly forbids gay marriage and gay sex, and to engage in either spells imminent doom and instant social bedlam and there are specific verses all about it.

Is this true? Are there actual verses decrying gay marriage? Are they anything like those other Biblical verses, about the rules and regulations surrounding marriage that are making the rounds on the Net right now? Real verses. Actual verses. Verses o' sanctimonious fun. Have you seen them?

Like this: "Marriage shall not impede a man's right to take multiple concubines in addition to his wife or wives." (II Sam 5:13; I Kings 11:3; II Chron 11:21).

Or maybe: "A marriage shall be considered valid only if the wife is a virgin. If the wife is not a virgin, she shall be stoned to death." (Deut 22:13-21) Isn't that cute? Isn't quoting Bible verse fun? Ask your local pastor about that one.

Or how about: "If a married man dies without children, his brother shall marry the widow. If he refuses to marry his brother's widow or deliberately does not give her children, he shall pay a fine of one shoe and be otherwise punished in a manner to be determined by law." (Gen. 38:6-10; Deut 25:5-10). Hey, it's right there, in the Bible. So it must be true.

Is it worth showing those verses to the happily sanctimonious and sneering Christian homophobes who are protesting outside S.F. City Hall right now, telling the gay couples what depraved hell-bound sinners they all are? Nah. Why spoil their whiny apocalyptic wet dreams? Live and let live, I always say.

(Oh, and while we're at it, God also really hates shrimp. Maybe you didn't know. Shrimp are evil, as are all shrimp eaters. Clams, too. Hey, it's in the Bible. You can look it up. Why the Right is attacking homosexuals in love and not, say, Red Lobster, remains a mystery.)

So, here we are. Approaching a full month after the first of S.F.'s marriage ceremonies, and nothing. The universe is smiling madly. The world is shrugging. Anonymous supporters from all over the nation have sent flowers to hundreds of loving gay and lesbian couples. As of this writing, there is no scathing hellfire. No fanged demons of destruction (Lynne Cheney excepted). No meltdown whatsoever. I would know, right? I mean, wouldn't the power go out, or something?

Maybe it's still to come. Maybe total screaming misery and
unspeakable sociocultural collapse coupled with wanton bestiality and incest and the giving away of free anal beads to innocent teenagers takes more than a month. Maybe I'm just a little impatient.

Maybe Satan is taking his sweet time to marshal his leather-clad armies, watching as other U.S. cities get in on the gay-marriage act, listening as mayors and governors all chime in their support and say what's the big deal. Maybe Beelzebub is waiting for a big moment so as to really leverage the coming news flash, the special report, the sudden activation of the Emergency Broadcast System. Something like:

"This just in: Earthquakes rocked the globe today as giant fire-breathing bees of death swarmed the countryside, feasting on fat white heterosexual babies mostly from Texas and Colorado Springs and Utah and Idaho, as the institution of hetero marriage careened around the mad vortex of space-time like a savage drunken pinball high on black-tar heroin, just like the Christian Right predicted.

"Horrors bled into the streets, terrorists were spawned by the thousand, presidents openly lied so as to lead a nation into bloody violent unwinnable wars, thousands of Catholic priests sexually molested tens of thousands of children over a 50-year period without the slightest punishment, the environment teetered on the brink due to heartless government rollbacks as air quality and water quality and food sources were ravaged in the name of corporate profiteering, the economy crumbled like Jenna Bush after her 10th beer bong as
hate and fear and bogus Orange Alerts ruled the land."

Oh wait. That was all before the gay-marriage thing. My bad.

Today is my Burp-day!

Thu, 04 Mar 2004 14:12:05 GMT

Yay! I'm 30! Woo!

And my buddy Max was the first to wish me a happy birthday in his journal, so he rocks.

Tonight Ben is taking me to the Hard Rock for dinner, since I've never been to one. I might even have a beer or two since having had my gall bladder taken out a week ago. (I haven't had a drink in ages!)

And I feel special because Ben's mom called me this morning to wish me a happy birthday. She never remembers anything, according to Ben, so that's really cool.

So, where are my presents? :)

Edited to add: So now you can see the two of us.

So, I'm back.

Sun, 01 Feb 2004 03:01:21 GMT

Finally got a computer. Drained, tired, and lazy. I'm sure I will update more later.

Fine points to hit on that anyone may have missed due to my lack of computer:

1. Got officially engaged on 12/25/03. Whee! I'm sure this will totally become a bridezilla type thing within months. :)

2. Rode a Greyhound for 17 hours to go home for Christmas. I'll never leave the driving to them again. Fuck Greyhound.

3. Got mad-crazy sick the day after Christmas. Finally got rid of the remains of the cold about a week ago.

4. Went to the hospital about a week ago to find out that I have gallstones. Isn't it lovely to get old?

5. Boss thinks I'm pretty cool. That's good. He doesn't treat me like I'm an idiot now.

6. Ben is totally rocking the comedy scene here in B-more. A zillion shows, a local tv interview, and a night out drinking with one of the players from the Ravens. Fun, fun, fun! :)

That's about it for now. I'm sure I'll be back on this thing tomorrow.

So my dad is in the hospital.

Tue, 28 Oct 2003 03:41:07 GMT

I have no details, because no one in my fucking family decided to call me and let me know what's up.

The only reason I know is because one of my sisters IM'd me when I signed on with "Did you know that Daddy is in the hospital?"

Sometimes I just want to bitch slap people. Ya know, I don't care if he's in the hospital for a fucking hangnail, fucking CALL ME.

Goddamit.

In other news, I had a free ticket to go see Chris Rock tomorrow night in Baltimore, but I can't go, because I can't get off work. Fuck.

I am totally discombobulated by this whole Daylight Savings bullshit, and I messed up a BUNCH at work today. I was not on the ball. It was bad.

This week fucking sucks fetid monkey scrotum.

A Small Memorial.

Sun, 19 Oct 2003 16:15:00 GMT

GUARNERI, Gloria Entered into eternal rest on October 15, 2003, Gloria V. Guarneri, wife of Richard Guarneri. Residence, Charleston, SC. Gloria was born in Alice, Texas, August 8, 1942, the daughter of Gregorio ValleJo and Otilia Gonzales. She was a Catholic and a homemaker. Surviving are her husband of forty years; two sons- Randy Guarneri and Marc Guarneri both of Charleston, SC; two brothers- Roel G. ValleJo and Gilbert U. ValleJo both of San Antonio, TX.; two sisters- Genevieve Cartwright of Las Vegas, NV. and Sylvia Hedrick of Ripon, CA. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church, Building Fund, 552 Teresa Drive, Charleston, SC 29407.

When I was growing up, Randy was my best friend. He was the kid that I played "GI Joes" and "Star Wars" with, the kid whose bike I took because "yellow is a girl's color", and the kid that I drank Tang with until the sun went down. His mom used to take us roller skating every other weekend, alternating with my mom. She was a cool lady, with a weird sense of humor and a crazy sense of fashion.

Randy couldn't say my real name when we were kids, so he used to call me "La La". The last time I saw Gloria, she was still calling me La La, and that was about a year and a half ago. (About 25 years after she moved out of our neighborhood.)

There are a lot of things I would like to say, but right now I'm still at a loss. So, I guess all I want to say is that the world has lost something, and I wish there was something more I could say.

Sat, 04 Oct 2003 19:10:20 GMT

June

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Just biting everyone else's rhyme. :)

Happy Happy Joy Joy!

Mon, 29 Sep 2003 03:58:03 GMT

I just went to Ginger's house for snozberry pie and spare ribs. It was an excellent dinner. :)

We ran around IKEA, and I found a pretty nice/small table and chair set that I like. I may have to convince Ben that we will need it some day. It's just a small kitchen table with 4 chairs, but it's only $70. It would be perfect for a small kitchen, which is probably what we will have in our next apartment. I don't know if the chairs will be big enough for Ben to sit in, though. We'll just have to get one big chair. They were cheap, too.

I <3 Ikea. It's such a cool looking store.

I am so glad to have a friend here. It's nice to know someone who isn't friends with the Real World Catonsville. It's been so long since I had a conversation with someone on my own merit that I didn't have much to say, but it was fun. (I have to get used to meeting new people. Living in Charleston for so darn long didn't help.)

YAY!

Wed, 24 Sep 2003 15:45:48 GMT

If you go rent any movie, see "Identity" with John Cusack.

It is the best movie EVER. (Well, maybe not ever, but DAMN it was good.)

New journal look, new icon. I dig it. I'm back to working the short hours, so I had plenty of time to photoshop a new icon. Whee! I announced to Ben today that I am SO inviting Kevin Smith to our wedding. Undoubtedly he will not show, but it would still be cool to write him a letter and tell him it's all his fault we're getting hitched. :)

Hopefully I'll be able to get it all in line to go to Charleston for Christmas. I'm going to try to work it out with my boss tomorrow.

Well, more later, I guess.

Fuck you, you fucking hurricane fucks.

Wed, 17 Sep 2003 23:21:35 GMT

Arrgh.
Bad, bad day at work. Ended up being there until 7 o'fucking clock because people are morons. That combined with the fact that there's a hurricane coming makes people even stupider. (No, I will not fill your prescription for Retin-A that you've had in your wallet for 4 months 20 minutes after we closed. Let your face pimple up and rot for all I care.)

And if my boss doesn't fire his moron nephew, I am going to scream. He's called in "sick" for three days now, causing me to have to work extra hours on my already 43 hour week. FUCK!

Fri, 12 Sep 2003 03:07:57 GMT

Arrgh.
So, my mom im'd me tonight to tell me that most of my fish have died. :( She said they had ick, and it basically killed them all except my big mamma-jamma one. Oh well. I've had them for about 6 years now. I guess that was 6 years too long.

Anyways. I was bored, thought I would update, but not much is going on. Just sitting here, bored to tears and tired. Blah, blah, blah.

10 Things I Want

Thu, 04 Sep 2003 23:54:08 GMT

As ganked from MaxO.

1. Two days off in a row. Right now.
2. A six pack of good beer.
3. Something to occupy my time.
4. A stereo system for my car.
5. To be able to live my life in peace with the Boyfriend.
6. Money to spend on fun stuff.
7. To be able to quit smoking.
8. The head of Carson Daly.
9. A record deal for my friends' bands.
10. My MTV, circa 1980's.

Thu, 04 Sep 2003 16:56:51 GMT

Your sauce will mix with ours,
And we'll make a good goulash, baby!

Tenacious D is the SHIT, man!