The Best of Times

The Best of Times, for those of you who didn't have HBO in 1986, combined the comedic appeal of Robin Williams with the boyish mid-80's good looks of Kurt Russell. I know what you're thinking, this surely must have been the greatest film ever made. You are wrong.

I bring this up only because The New Times is having their Best of 2005 awards on May 14th, so you only have a few more days to log on to www.newtimesbpb.com to vote for The Freakin' Hott as best local rock band. Click on the banner at the top of their site to register and vote. If we win, we'll keep bringing you the quality entertainment that you've come to expect from a bunch of debutantes and future dry cleaner cashiers. If we lose, we will become a Scritti Politti cover band. Again. And nobody wants that...besides Wilkins.

We have no shows this weekend to speak of, but a few next week, so we'll keep you posted. If you start to go into the DT's from not seeing us for a week, I'm sure there's some kind of salve or tincture you can use to get rid of them. Salve and tincture are equally disgusting words, and they immediately make me think of the Murine Ear Wax Removal System commercial from a few years back where they had that animation of all of the detritus oozing out of someone's ears after they douched their ear canal. Now my mind is wandering away from the Murine Ear Wax Removal System and moving on to Wilfred Brimley's old Quaker Oats commercials where he would say, "It's the right thing to do, and a tasty way to do it."

Have you ever used the word "tasty" in real life, when describing food? Who does that?

"Wow - this 7-11 taquito is super tasty!"

And you people wonder why I'm an insomniac.

Maggie