Tommy Teased the Candy and Made it Cry

Can M&Ms melt themselves if you're really really mean to them? We'll find out.

I Can't Think of a Good Reason to Post This

(photo by PEG!!!)

Oh! Did We Sleep Through Easter?

You can't blame the Easter Bunny for the crap ass weather that ruined our plans that weekend. It's hardly the fault of the resurrection of Jesus that some of us were wounded beyond the standard of the defunct Injury of the Week. Even the Vernal Equinox should not be issued a citation for failure to let me win the lottery. No, these things are not connected at all. Sorry we forgot to post a picture of Josh dressed as a Peep being shoved to the floor of the dressing room of a bar by deities. That would have probably made the holiday a lot smoother.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Whatever It Means

Jesse's calling about that pot of gold. He was told for sure he'd find it at the rainbow's end, but when he got there, all he got was a muddy shoe. He'll get it straightened out though.


Representing the pagans! (I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.)


Tommy says don't forget about all the Irish Protestants.


The luckiest bear in the world just wants to snuggle or get into the groove or something. He would probably help St. Patrick drive away those pesky snakes if he were in Ireland and they were still a problem. If they were actually a problem.


Josh O'Seagulls recalls some Irish toasts:

"May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten."

"May you be in heaven one half hour before the devil knows you're dead."

"As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way."


"I've drunk to your health in the pubs,
I've drunk to your health in my home,
I've drunk to your health so many times,
That I've almost ruined my own."

Our pal Ralf Lipp took these pictures. You can check him out at http://www.RockShowPhotos.SmugMug.com/

Who Hates Leprechauns?

It's Gettin Hard Out Here for a Leprechaun

Science!

Look what Josh of Seagulls has been working on in his top secret basement laboratory in preparation for Easter treats!! It's really thrilling research which should help make this coming holiday a heckuva lot safer for the Peeps and less traumatic for the kids who eat them and run wild.

He also inadvertantly discovered a link between St. Patrick's Day and Peeps, making the whole season feel a lot more logical!

Just Sayin'

It's a preview of the St. Patrick's Day Party Package we're bringing.

Feeling a Little Crazy on Sunday

Now I've really done it. I dyed my hair fuschia or pink or whatever, and tomorrow morning I have to go to WORK. Work, where I actually have a dress code! I'm trying on wigs right now.

What's So Awesome about Larry?

Larry meets us at the gym on Sunday afternoon for AABC (Amateur Absolute Body Conditioning,) and he goes along with our increasingly wild ideas (jump rope, lunge walk, pikes on the ball, inchworms, frogs, leapfrogs, beats,) troubleshooting the sound system all the while. He does it even if he had to stay up all night at the gas station waiting for the fistfight to end so he could go in and pay. He does it even if he's got to go pull a PA right afterward. That's why Larry's so awesome.

A Gratuitous Photo of Tom

Happy Monday!

Possible Prizes for Tracy

I went through Larry's stuff while he was out doing an emergency install (he was tipped off by an anonymous phone call - hee hee,) and I came up with some ideas for Tracy's puzzle prize. Do you like?

We Have A Winner!

She's mysterious AND brilliant. We know her only as "Tracy" (that's not her in the picture, but it is a hint,) and she was able to solve the hardest puzzle ever published in the whole world. Now we have to figure out what the prize should be. Your suggestions are welcome. And remember that we are mad at Larry about the whole Hawaii thing, so if the prize could be something that he owns, that would be best for everyone.

Larry's Christmas Vacation

Yeah, that's what Larry "The Big Show Off" Soundguy did in Hawaii for Christmas, while we shoveled and sniffled and harumphed around here. And then he made me wait two months for the pictures. Feel free to hate him with me.

Happy Valentine's Day

End of the Road?

I can't blog without awesome cool pictures. My photographers have all gone into retirement. What am I supposed to do now? DRAW??? You won't like that, believe me.

Here Comes Fun!

I hope everyone made it through Groundhog Day (six more weeks of winter, baby) without serious physical or emotional injury. Thanks to an unprecedented convergence of hearts and moons and stars and comets, we're just hours away from the once in a lifetime hugest ever reason for a party - Super Fat Tuesday!

We'll add to the already overwhelming big thrills by throwing beautiful strings of beads (sent directly to us from New Orleans) into the hands of fully clothed humans over at the High Dive while reliving the precious moment of casting our primary votes.

So Larry, How was Your Vacation?

Because Larry "Mr. Hawaii" the Soundguy can't figure out how to email me those sexy pictures of himself conquering the surf on Christmas, I have to resort to coercion.

I don't attempt bullying, extortion, blackmail, or humiliation without first consulting bff "Anonymous" (you can read more about that floozie here.) Anyhoo, she claims to have evidence previously concealed from the band and public about Larry's crew and rig at our Bahamas show. Some speculate that he's not pictured here because he was down the beach negotiating with locals or hitting the waterslides while high on jager, but I think he's just shy.

Star Wars 5.25: The Empire Takes Names

You probably didn't know that the Falcon's hyperdrive requires 1.21 gigawatts of power to jump to light speed. You might have noticed the team of AV dudes controlling the juice so we wouldn't explode from our own rockening. Can you guess which one just flew in from Hawaii?

Alright, back to the intergalactic drama. Here's Lord Vader being a good dad, laying it down for his kids.

One of the kids learned to sing like a Wookie.

The other one was getting down.

All You Puzzle People!

Help. I know there's a crowd of brainiacs out there just waiting for a terrible teaser. My deeply anonymous West Coast contact has passed along this challenge (TWICE):

"Speaking of puzzles, my mathematic friend, I posted one on halloween and haven't heard your solution yet. Here it is again (see image). The idea is that the Xs may stand for different numbers, i.e. any given X is not necessarily the same as any other X. Relying upon the basic tenets of long division, however, it is possible to figure out what each X stands for, and derive the quotient. I look forward to your solution."



I can't find a pencil or paper, so I'm willing to pretend your solution is my solution. Any takers?

Star Wars 4.98: The Empire Kicks Butt

Tough night for Han Solo! He couldn't get the dang thing to jump to lightspeed (stupid hyperdrive,) and then it was one villain after another on bass all night long.

Vader put the whammy on him, making his throat kind of dry and scratchy just before he had to sing a Journey or Bon Jovi tune.

He couldn't even let his guard down when Boba Fett left the stage for good because these fellows started coming after him with multi-colored inflatable bass guitars.

It's not easy to play drums when you're frozen in carbonite.

Even if the party is on.

Carbonite pretty much sucks.

Star Wars 5.333334: The Empire Knocks Off

We're looking for a short, green, 900 year old guy, but this chocolate will do.

Star Wars 4.5: The Empire Talks Back

So there we were, Luke and Han and I, just chillin at the Hilton, relieved to have filled the tank in a galaxy far, far away rather than Springfield. We had no idea that Boba Fett had stowed away and was now sneaking up behind us. Fortunately, the ghost of Obi Wan Jedi-mind-tricked him into playing bass.

The ghost of Obi Wan's spell-casting didn't end there. Here he is persuading a wayward protocol droid to back off.

Success!

Then we learned that it's true your hair keeps growing after you're dead. Poor Ghost of Obi Wan. We doubted he'd hook up looking like that.

Happily, a Klingon stopped by.

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