Mark McGrath, VH1 host, wants to know, "What is the most shocking moment in rock and roll history?" How about the moment you realized you had a career, McGrath?

Cars are alot like women: they both wear bras, guys with money get the nicest looking ones, and, in both cases, proper lubrication is absolutely essential. Most importantly, neither one will stand for any trash talk.

Case in point: just the other day, I get up early to drive my sister to get her car (read: my car which I specifically indicated was not her car when I gave her permission to drive it while I was away in California) towed, as it had broken down and would not start. On the way back from this adventure, my sister, ever the bastion of positivity, said, and I quote, "Man, your car is fucked." Now, granted, my car has been riding very rough for a year and a half, but it ran. It ran because it knew that although it was not my baby, I would still take care of her to the best of my ability.

But upon hearing this slander, my car suddenly had a change of heart. "Oh, I'm fucked up, huh? Well, fuck you. I don't need to put up with this shit." And, with that, my car died. With the help of a passing bartender who recognized me, I pushed it off to the side of the road. Later the Triple-A tow truck came for the second family car of the day and took it to the same repair shop where a certain silver Nissan Altima was already being repaired.

And so earlier today my good friend Mike took me there to pick her up. I got the car back and was greeted with a $470 bill, of which only 200 or so represented actual parts for the car. Which brings me to another similarity between cars and women: you don't want either one to have to go in to labor.

Well, I wrote the following as a comment on some other guy's website but it didn't work. I couldn't bear to just delete something I had spent a minute-and-a-half typing out, so I thought I would post it on my blog, despite the fact that it will be neither comprehesible nor of interest to anyone who visits my site.

Blockbuster does suck, and, thanks to its new focus on pushing sales and promotions rather than improving its core buisness, it sucks more now than it ever has. I see alot of employees (I am one too) defending Blockbuster in this thread, but Blockbuster really is the home of poor customer service. Sure, overall, the majority of customer claims regarding late fees end up being false, but no individual customer should ever be treated as as a liar.

Regarding $100 DVDs, no video store anywhere ever pays $100 for any DVDs. DVDs are priced for sell-through and have been since the inception of the format, which is one of the reasons for its success.

Secondly, although studios would love to create a two-tiered DVD pricing system by requiring rental outlets to pay higher prices, there is a facet of copyright law called "right of first sale" which says that once you buy a legal copy of a copyrighted work, you can rent it or resell it or do whatever you want with it. So no rental outlet is ever paying more than retail for a DVD. Never.

Thridly, even in the case of VHS, which was and is still generally priced as a rental format, Blockbuster is not paying that $100 MSRP. Blockbuster has used its size to arrange very lucrative co-op agreements with the studios and pays something more like $7 for a $100 VHS tape. Mom and Pop chains, of course, have to pay full price, which is why all the ones in my area have died before the iron grasp of the 'Buster.

Imagine the restraint of the writer who, when writing an extremely negative review of a video game called "Backyard Wrestling: Don't Try This At Home," does not end by telling the reader not to try the game at home.

Given that my last two blog entires were about Jewel's boobs and Lord of the Rings, I am pleased to announce that I heard on NPR that adolescence for Gen-Y members is expected to last until the 40s.

Well, whoops. I guess I missed out on the Lord of the Rings marathon Tuesday showing, which, turns out, was only gonna be at the Kerasotes theater on the southside. Tickets went on-sale at noon today and sold out shortly afterwards. Cost was $40, and, despite that being $16 too much -- not to mention $15 more than in some other cities -- I really wouldn't have minded paying that. But Kerasotes is content with the $11,440 that they have raked in and, aparently, won't be selling any more. I don't know why more theaters aren't doing this thing.

Uh... can someone please tell me what the fuck happened to Jewel?

I've hardly even been a casual obsever of her career since my infamous incident with her, but I did gleam two things: (a) her first album was good, I don't care what you say and (b) she was so angry if someone looked at her ample breasts.

Now, her music sucks and she's sticking her boobs all over the place! I know that the "Intuition" video was a satire, but those bad boys are all over her new video, and it's supposed to be serious. I'm telling you man, it gratutitous.