I wish I could blog while I was driving because I always think of all kinds of things to say then. But later, when I'm sitting here in front of the computer (I almost just typed "sitting here in front of the TV" I don't even know what I'm doing right now) I'm a big fat blank.

In case you didn't hear, Mötley Crüe is reuniting for a big tour. I already informed Bob, with a big HA HA HA, that he should find his earplugs as he would be attending this event. All the hippies and so forth that I've been a good sport over the years: it's time for payback.

But upon futher reflection, I realized I don't even want to see Mötley Crüe. Yeah, sure the Shout at the Devil show at the ECen at UCSB was wild and fun and LOUD but I never listened to their CDs much and I wouldn't even trudge to the arena last year to see Def Leppard or Van Halen, why would I go for Crüe? The only reason would be to watch Bob suffer through it and that doesn't seem like a good enough reason to go.