Space, the final frontier.
Just remember that if you neglect your responsibilities long enough, they'll eventually be outsourced to some guy who's like three times smarter than you and willing to do it for half the pay, and then everyone will laugh at you and call you a stupid loser. So post something already, ding-dongs.
As it happens, one of our Contest Prize Winners is also an accomplished comparative biologist! She submitted this documentary evidence that love conquers all.
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Pictured here with Larry and a total stranger is Deanna, Winner of Every Prize Not Won by Melissa "Mole," not pictured here but equally clever and out to get us.
A picture of Guido Menudo taking an important call during a song. This couldn't have happened in the 80s. Or could it?
Earlier this evening, I checked in with Josh of Seagull's computational myophysiology team leader, Dr. T, and learned what that group has been working on in the Seagulls Foundation's top secret basement laboratory. I can't tell you all the details because they're very scientific, but I came away with one exciting conclusion of their well-funded research: never jump rope in bare feet.
It must be so hard to be them, always gorging on excellent food like the wings and chocolate cake at Heroes West just before they perform. How in the world can they get any blood back to their brains from their stomachs in order to remember those very difficult tunes they play? And further, how can they hop around on one foot or sway back and forth all night while drinking shot after shot of free liquor? It's a wonder the guy with the hat doesn't hurl all over himself from headbanging while drinking. Worse yet, they must all be blind as bats to look out on the sea of hot chicks and not be completely devastated. They really have the toughest job around, keeping their cool in the face of these distractions.
This week's Injury of the Week is a tie between my left knee, repeatedly smashed into the corner of a speaker throughout the weekend, and Kendell's pinched finger, which is now a swollen, blistered, throbbing, disgusting, yet somehow impossible to look away from, mess. So we put it to you, gentle reader: which is worse, the gradual chipping away of my patella or Kendell's monstrously disfigured digit?
The author and star of About the Girl has officially won our zillion dollar prize by guessing that the famous 80s star I REALLY SAW was this friend of hers. She knows other fabulous celebrities of the 80s such as Billy Idol, Cheap Trick, Van Halen, Run DMC, Madonna, and Combo Audio. Or some of those. Congratulations Stephanie, your check's in the mail!
Electric Larry, showin some love, leadin the parade.
Don on the far left, all buff and behatted in the 90s.
Rory, another kick-ass bass player who could make me look stupid at the gym.
Aaron, also on the bass, also getting ready to race a bunch of women on Wednesdays.
Sorry, can't make it, got shit to do.
Nuff said.
Josh of Seagulls has been working on his American Sign Language skills. Here he is indicating that the next tune should be played in 7.
I'm not going to name names or tell you where I saw him or what he was doing, but he's a REAL 80S STAR, and I saw him this morning, and he was being very star-like and very 80s, and he's in the upper left hand corner of this picture, and he looks just as hott as ever.
And who's taking bets on exactly when the tour gets cancelled?
