An Unexpected Live Show

I am happy to report I’ll be attending a concert on Thursday night, something I don’t do too often these days!

A friend of mine just informed me today he had an extra ticket to see Tegan & Sara at the Portage Theater in Chicago.

The first I heard of this group was via a contribution by the lovely Barbara to the Speed It Up Green Monkey Mix. Thank you, Barbara! If you want me to yell a song request for you, or say something positive or negative about the Calgary Flames, I will gladly convey your message.

Is anyone else attending this show? Look for me — I’ll be dressed as Satan’s underpants.

Here’s a video of Barbara’s song contribution – Speak Slow

Balkava The Cat, And A Request For Feedback

Here’s a very small World of Warcraft (WoW) update. My brother has just informed me that Baklava the Night Elf Druid now has the ability to transform into a cat! Screenshots are forthcoming.

He told me that as Druids get higher in level they can transform into additional animals. So now, Baklava can be a bear or a cat.

The other day MizSplotchy indicated to me that my regular inclusion of night elf cheesecake has ruffled her feathers a bit. I was genuinely surprised. Perhaps it was triggered by a reader’s comment (a funny one, I thought) on a recent post intimating that some pubic hair was visible in a night elf drawing I had included.

I mentioned this to my brother, who retorted, “Oh, no. Night elves don’t have any pubic hair. Everybody knows this.”

I really like finding and including these night elf pics in WoW updates, but also understand and respect my wife’s point of view as well.

Perhaps we could get a little of direction from the readers of this blog?

So, I ask you, would you like the following to happen:

A) No more female night elf pics!
B) Keep the female night elf pics, but let’s shake it up by including a little beefcake night elf from time to time!
C) We want sexy female night elf pics, 24/7!

Thanks for any assistance in this matter.



Just so you don’t think you’ll be disrupting the marital bliss of Splotchy and MizSplotchy by giving your opinion, she has seen this post and is cool with my solicitation of feedback from my readers, who, I should tell you, she believes to solely consist of World Of Warcraft night-elf cheesecake lovin’ freaks.

Now It Can Be Told

I was all hush-hush and stuff about why I stopped doing the Green Monkey Music Project, which in retrospect I guess was a little silly.

If you care to read why I stopped, here’s a great post about a former, wonderful community and its sad demise.

When Pigs Fly: The Death of Oink, the Birth of Dissent, and a Brief History of Record Industry Suicide

I’m *still* bummed out about it. It was a wonderful thing, and revived my interest in new music, old music, everything. It actually motivated me to purchase music, something I hadn’t done since my eldest kids were born.

There was a lot of negative press about this site after its owner/admin was busted, but I think it was a shining example of what the Internet can accomplish — feel free to argue with me, there are many valid arguments to the contrary, I know.

Whatever more I could say about it is already said more eloquently in the linked post.

Good Night, Doodle

If you have an idea you’d like me to doodle in the morning, please feel free to leave a comment — first commenter with an idea gets one, no strings attached.


For Dr. Zaius – Grover Cleveland flying throught the air, carrying Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator. A jar of strawberry jam should be present as well.

A Reality Show You Probably Won’t See

As the Writer’s Strike enters its third week, I’m guessing that a lot of reality show ideas are being discussed by the television network heads as a (temporary?) replacement for fictional drama and comedy shows.

I have a reality show idea that I would love to see get made.

How about a reality show that follows a group of writers on strike?

Just thinkin’ about Hollywood,


A Nonsense Poem For The Idea Of Progress

In observance of Idea Of Progress Day, I present this poem.

O Craddily Pinchy O
Monk the Rainbow Snow
Ooks Said Rattly
The Cat On The Fence
54 Pigs To Go

We fruit bats Quickily Dock
For The Idea Of Progress To Knock
(The Day Is His
Whizzity whizz)
‘N Sail down a chocolate rock

The whitest white bowl to clean
Has anyone seen my spleen
It went down the pipe
With all of me tripe
And the rocks that used to have been