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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...

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

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.

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

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.

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.

News to me-
So apparently the Super Hadron Collider had a wiring problem, meaning they can't run the beams and smash them together until they do some very expensive repairs.

But what happens when those two beams collide?
Many people think it will explain how the universe was created.

I say who gives a shit- Chinese Democracy is out motherfucker!

Coffee count: 8 cups.

It's raining in L.A. and I love it.

Dixie and the jeep. I have no idea where he is right now but he sent me this on his long drive home.
I would like to point out that Bob is also an excellent house guest.

I'm running a bag of ground Dunkin Donuts Hazelnut coffee through a Cuisinart DCC-2000 Coffee on Demand Coffeemaker.
Coffee.
ON DEMAND.
I peeped this coffee maker at Mikey Way's house. I thought it was the jam so I put the Mr. Coffee in the garage and updated the kitchen with space-age technology. You can pour a cup of coffee while it's still brewing, and that means no waiting for coffee. It's fresh and hot.
I then apply creamer (powdered) and a Splenda. I then drink about five of these and I can deal with the world. Or the world can deal with a guy full of five cups of "coffee on demand".

Hot coffee.
Scream Queens was solid yet again, very tense episode. Ladies are getting fierce for that part in Saw 6. I realized it's also very unnerving to watch people act on television. It gives you the "motts".
The best way to describe "the motts" is like this:
Do you remember the first time you watched a bad daytime interview show, like Springer or something, and someone is just making a total ass out of themselves, doing or saying something very uncomfortable?
Or when you are sitting through a high school talent show and all of a sudden you feel embarrassed for your classmate who is singing "The Greatest Love Of All" by Whitney Houston"?
You sometimes have to cover your eyes, or look away.
Thats "the motts".
The phrase was coined by Mark Debiak in reference to an old Motts Applesauce commercial from when we were kids, involving what I remember as a child dressed as a film noir detective searching for "the motts" or , while searching for "the motts" asking people "who got the motts?". I believe he finds the motts at the end.
I find "the motts" all the time.
Real Chance @ Love is slipping for me. I find myself mysteriously drawn to Real's hair, entertained by Chance, and fascinated with the term "Stallionaires". I often wonder what exactly it takes to be a "Stallionaire", but the show didn't hold my attention last night... I simply do not know if Real or Chance actually want to find love.