Somewhere deep inside.

Trish, this is a million, billion times better than the Jonas Brothers.


Trish and I were discussing the lack of depth in modern pop music over mac and cheese. She persuaded me to come over and meet her dog, Cooper, with an offering of food. It worked. I'm most likely going to adopt him, but I need to see him again, and make sure he isn't high on Advantix. I've been wanting a dog of my own since the day I drove away from my parents' house towards Colorado in 2006, and now it's(probably) happening. I rule.

A dog is such a great companion, and until you live without one, and worse, mourn the death of one, you don't realize how much of your heart you give to them. I got a lot of heart to give as of late too.

Live performance of Abba. Even more impressive.


We didn't even specifically discuss Abba, I just fucking love Abba.

By the way, if you don't like pop music, you're a faggot. I know that doesn't make sense to you, but I live in my own world, and it makes sense to me. Perfect sense.

Making more progress on the removal of random stuff from the house. Expect another picture of a big pile of garbage sometime this week. Pulled out all of the carpet anchoring strip stuff too. Might start that project tomorrow, as it was hot all weekend and I hate profuse sweating on my days off.

Will probably rent a car next Sunday to pick up flooring and paint from Lowe's. Unless, of course, one of the six or seven loyal readers wants to ferry my ass around. Pizza, gas, and gratitude if you're down. You don't even need a big car or anything! No heavy lifting either! Email me right the fuck now at kennbenny667@gmail.com.

This is just brutally funny. I've watched this about ten times. I used to play this game for hours upon hours upon hours.


Off Tuesday, which means I'm venturing out to see Bruno, and then actually dragging my ass back onto a stage to tell some jokes. It has been far too long, and I am far too funny to allow for the far too longness of things.

Also have a court-mandated class/interview to determine how much of a drinking problem I have. I'm hoping for "Irish Chicago cop, circa 1972" but I'll settle for "Bret Michaels on a Tuesday." Hope that doesn't mean I have to inject myself with herpes.

Caught Manhunter on TV the other day at work. Although it sounds as if it would be homosexual pornography, or worse, a reality television program, it is actually one of the lost gems of Eighties cinema. It was directed by Michael Mann and stars Tom Noonan, Brian Cox, Dennis Farina, Joan Allen, and William Petersen. Everything about this movie works well with the other aspects of the movie. The set design, music, cinematography, acting, and direction are perfect. See it. My favorite thing about Mann films is the way he lights and uses cityscapes and horizon, and his outstanding soundtracks.

What the fuck, let's do four videos today! You only live once. Just as good, if not way better, than Norton and Hopkins.


(That little reality TV joke I threw in was cute, don't ya think? I liked it. Patted myself on the back. Got fingernail caught in tuft of back hair. Somewhat painful.)

I've taken to washing my clothes with cold water in an attempt to save some money. Unfortunately, I take forty minute showers, so I think I'm just gonna break even on this one.

Watched somebody stall out a late model Ferrari downtown today. Pointed and laughed as loudly as I could, which is quite loud. Called them a douche, too. If you can't listen to an engine, what good is a three hundred thousand dollar car?

Do I look like I play basketball?-BK