So this page is going away for a few moments. We'll be back. More bumps.

[UPDATE: 09:24PM] Not that you even really knew I was gone...but I'm back. Just need to clean house a bit.

TO WATCH: My Date With Drew, a 90 minute documentary about a dude's simple goal. Worth your 90 minutes, and the featurette about them taking the movie to festivals is great too. Rent it.

TO EAT: The Redondo Beach Brewing Company, quite possible the BEST place we've found to eat in SoCal. We've been there three times in the last month, and had several items on the menu. Last night, I had their "Brewery Dip" and I cried with sweet ecstacy with every bite. Then, you wash it down with their incredible "Blueberry Wheat Ale" (with blueberries IN the beer) and grab a hand full of root beer barrel candy on the way out. It's kind of a trek to get to, but it's SO worth it.

Playing with a redesign, something clean. I'm hoping to add some more bits and pieces soon. E-mail me if you see anything odd.

If you had seen this desk when someone else sat here, you'd be amazed that there was even a desk underneath all his crap.

"If I had to, I could clean out my desk in five seconds. And nobody would ever know I had been here." - Ryan Howard

Also, the previous Mustache Thursday.

Last night's dream was a complete mess of pop culture.

From what I can remember, it took place in one of those bad post-apoctalyptic Earth scenarios like you'd see in Escape From New York. The buildings were in ruins and there was a dark army decked out in black clothing, flack jackets, vests and of course gas mask SLASH helmet gear (ed. note: I sadly think my brain was mad at me for watching the trailer for Ultraviolet).

Anyway, this army was of course a corrupt one. So it was up to myself and this other guy, who I think was was Jay Mohr, to put an end to it. Now, Jay and I were fed up with the system and we made the decision that we must use OUR ABILITY TO TURN INTO GIANT MANBEASTS TO STOP IT (hence, the Altered Beast graphic above).

From there, Jay and I went on the offensive. Plowing through overwhelming numbers of evil soldiers, climbing across walls and just being big animal things.

Finally I got to the leader of the army, Lindsay Lohan (ed. note: it was old school auburn hair/fat Lindsay, not the current skinny-on-the-road-to-burnout Lohan). I changed back into my human form and tackled her. And at some point during all the manbeast destruction, I deduced that she was controlling the army via mindcontrol. I bear-hugged her so she couldn't move and I kept saying, "Just...RELAX!" over and over and over.

So there it is. From my subconscious, to your ears, Lohan.

Just...relax.