A Caution from Uncle Dean, Accomplished Electrical Engineer

After a chance meeting on the beach with Uncle Dean, Accomplished Electrical Engineer, we begin to doubt that this supernatural being who recently sat in on drums with the Brat Pack is actually Satan. Uncle Dean, Accomplished Electrical Engineer, has recommended a simple procedure to distinguish The Beast from famous Hollywood actors, but it involves getting close enough to the thing to touch it, so we're waiting for a volunteer.

Heartthrob!!

Almost everyone in the Brat Pack has a crush on the new Guido. Is it his lustrous golden mane? His tantalizing leopard print crotch? Perhaps the shirt emblazoned "Uck" is the root of our swooning. Whatever the mojo, we have seen the future, and it is blonde.

Putting the TT Back in Attitude

I need more TOMMY in my monitor!

See If You Can Spot the Shills

Some of the people in this photo were paid BIG MONEY to come out to the last Fat City gig and say that certain members of the Brat Pack are actually not that boring to hang out with and don't smell too bad immediately after showering. I'll give you a clue: they have been to the Ikea in Bolingbrook.

Contact!

Thanks to Uncle Jeff's helpful calculations and the intergalactic rocking of our Basstronaut, Lynndi Lauper is now able to signal our colleagues on the other side of the space gash.