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"You ARE the Pickup Artist."

I gotta admit, I got the chills when I heard Mystery say that in last night's season finale of The Pickup Artist 2.

I don't even know how I started watching this show it's first season. I think it may have had to do with the fact I was hooked on Rock Of Love and they would play this afterwards. I think that's a very old method that networks use called "piggy-backing", and would explain why shows like "How I met Your Mother" or "My Fair Brady" even make it to their 2nd seasons.

But this show is quality.

And even more interesting than the contestants, challenges, and the orange spray-tan club goers of Scottsdale, Arizona (of COURSE this is where the show is filmed) is Mystery's wardrobe.

This is a man that knows how to take RISKS.
Mind you, these aren't risks that I would ever take but you gotta respect a guy thats Ren-Faire from the neck down and fighter-pilot meets X-Games roadie from the neck up. With Gladiator boots.

And can we talk about how likable this guy is?
This is a man that eats his own cereal in the morning if you know what I'm saying.

I felt that Simeon was a strong contender after the last few episodes, having clearly built up a momentum, and adopting a straw cowboy hat seemed to make a big difference. Did he win that in a reward challenge from Mystery? Like some sort of +5 Holy Avenger? (You PUA2 contestants know EXACTLY what I'm talking about)
I also felt Matt was a strong player as well, but I felt they both should have been penalized for their continued use of the same openers in the finale.

I would also like to point out that Matt's best friend, Chuck, on the previous episode, was not only totally fucking awesome, but also a really amazing comic book artist, who does a book Black Metal for Oni Press. I actually met Matt at the Eisners, as he was friends with Gabriel and had also taken home an Eisner for his comic. I found it interesting they made no mention of him being a comic artist in the episode, but I assumed Mystery felt this would have only hurt his chances in the club, although I feel "Hey I draw comics" is a much better opener than "My friends and I just completed a caper". But what do I know about this stuff?

One of the reasons I like this show is the fact that it is the least competitive reality show on television. There is no drama, just dudes having each other's back, and they are genuinely sad when one of their competitors gets the axe. This is an emotional, life-changing journey for these dudes.

The same cannot be said of Rock Of Love: Charm School or Paris Hilton's My New BFF. Lots of claws flying around.
Charm School had it's worst episode yet last night, but then again how do you follow an episode where the ladies have degenerated to spitting and plate throwing, drunk the whole time (suprise!). And I back Sharon Osborne, she is fun to watch, but the sock puppet thing didn't hold me.

Paris Hilton's New BFF we stopped watching after Kaylee got booted. That girl knew how to party, dress, live life, be fabulous. We think she would have made an excellent BFF. What's that leave? Bikini Corey? Please...

Some of you may be asking yourselves, "Does reality T.V. make you dumber?"
My answer to this is "Absolutely, yes".

But I figured I should be okay for a little wile...


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Bob's potential place of origin

Bob sent me this from the road.
I believe it is where he was actually born despite countless news articles confirming otherwise.
If I was born here I would actually be able to grow a beard like Bob.

Bob's beard often gets overlooked because his hair color is so light.
A recent playing card set attached as a promotional item with a UK music magazine rated bands on everything from sex appeal to credibility, offering a bonus for beards.

My Chemical Romance received no beard bonus.

But we still scored pretty high.

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Heroes Of Style: Jarvis Cocker

I'm a huge Pulp fan, and Jarvis Cocker is one of my favorite front men of all time.
He is also one of the best dressed.
I think a good place to start with Pulp is "Different Class", though some Pulp purists will tell you to go even further back to "His And Hers" or "Masters Of The Universe".
But my favorite Pulp album is "This Is Hardcore", which, I feel, is a perfect example of a musical response to success, fame, drugs, and ridicule. The layout is also flawless.

So what's even better than old Jarvis Cocker?

New Jarvis Cocker.

He has somehow managed to dress even better than he used to, and his solo record, "Jarvis" is incredible.

Check out "Don't Let Him Waste Your Time"

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Something Grim

I also asked for something grim.

This is grim.

Notice how the offer is only available for two days, yet clearly states "Tonight Only".

Taken in Texas.

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This is what Bob ate for dinner. I have never had these...are they any good?

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Rattlesnake Ashtray

Not exactly the resin skull ashtray I had asked for, but I have never seen one of these on the road.
And we see a lot of crap...

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Scavenger Hunt Continues...

I woke up today to some wonderful pictures from Bob.
Here is one hell of a dreamcatcher...

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Driving with Bob

Got this photo from Bob, as per my request for specific photos on his 2,000 mile drive home.

Sad thing is I know he will encounter worse on his journey.

My only question is:
Is that blood or shit?

More points if it's blood.

Bob has informed me this picture was taken at a TA truckstop in Flagstaff.

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Shit I Love: Mad Max

What's not to love?
Tupac loved it too.

This is Master Blaster, who, if you live under a rock and don't know, runs Barter Town.

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Heroes of Style: Wayne Coyne

Not only are The Flaming Lips an amazing band and super nice guys (we had the privilege of playing before them at Voodoo Fest), but Wayne Coyne knows how to fucking DRESS.

He's the only person I know that can rock a white suit, and the dude sets up his own stage.

While having a discussion about Duran Duran, sidestage before the Lips went on, I witnessed Wayne inflate no less than NINE large balloons, test the confetti blowers, and make sure the mics had the proper amount of day-glow gaff tape. Did I mention that, while preparing the stage, the guy's wardrobe was FIERCE?

I just got a copy of their movie, Christmas On Mars, which I have been excited to watch ever since I saw their biopic.

Rock on, Wayne. I only hope my hair is as silver as yours one day and I too can grow a beard.