Hurry Up, Doc Brown

It's Wednesday and holy crap, do I wish it was the weekend. Wouldn't it be nice if we could just fast forward a few days here & there, time machine style? I'd ride out in a DeLorean, I like flip-up doors. Where are the flying cars and time machines and sex robots that science promised us? And for the love of Tony Hawk, where is my hover board?!?

Anyway, there's not much going on, aside from very serious things, like civil unrest in Egypt. I hope nothing happens to the pyramids, I don't see the Jews lining up to rebuild 'em if those fuckers get damaged.

In entertainment news, Lindsay Lohan may be charged with felony theft, which is a way more serious charge than drinking & driving, which doesn't make much sense to me. No one ever drove a stolen necklace through a plate glass window, killing several innocent bystanders or "accidentally" chugged a 12 pack on the interstate and plowed into a toll-booth with a shop-lifted Sony Walkman.

But who am I to judge? Toss her in the clink where she'll be forced to munch some giant butch inmates yeasty trout-stenched piss canal for a few nights...I guarantee she cleans up her act.

I'll be going to the Hot Rod Live show next Tuesday at Johnnie Brown's on Atlantic Ave in Delray Beach. Anyone who's seen the show tells me it's a ridiculously fun experience. I'll give you this quote from his website: "....a middle-aged impersonator who gets toasted on stage and hits on any sentient female being who wanders into his line of sight....will ya think he's sexy? You better believe it!" I'll have a full review next week.

I'll try to get back later today with some fun stuff...until then, here's a book that may be inappropriate for children: