The mysteries of misery and how to numb the pain.
Adonai, Jahweh, the architect behind Super String Theory, a seahorse (seriously)Franz Kafka, J.C., Siddartha, Muhammad, my doppelganger, Jose Canseco, and I guess I should throw Stephen Hawking in for good measure (SIDEBAR: I sat next to him at a restaurant in Santa Barbara once. While attempting to get a contact high in the presence of Mr. Hawking l indulgded in a bit of eavesdropping on a round table of physicists who, considering my grasp of the sciences might as well have been extrapolating the intricacies of quantum theory, could not draw my attention away from the fact that the most brilliant scientific mind in the western world had to endure a 5 minute oral cavity vacuum session before asking the rest of the table: "HOW ABOUT A NICE GAME OF CHESS").get it?WAR GAMES?robot voice?That shit was hot.And true.
If I ever decide to start a new band I would call it: THE PHILLIP GLASS SLIPPER (and you bet your ass it would be metal).
Commando, Total Recall, Rocky V, Tango and Cash, Red Sonja and My Dinner With Andre. Oh yeah... and I can never get too much Shrek.
Geiko (sp?) commercials. Love that little dude.
How to Win Wealthy Friends and Influence Teenage Girls
I don't want to be mistaken here, so I reluctantly confess, and as a disclaimer I genuinely assure you that I'm anything but religious, but must admit that I'm damned impressed in the far-fetched mythological story that Jesus kicked it in the desert for forty days and forty nights without Del Taco or In N' Out. Oh wait... never mind... David Blaine did that shit but for longer, AND in a plexsie-glass box in London. Not to mention that dude can levitate and shit. Sweet.