  Two highlights from my drunken Seattle-to-Raleigh conversation with Kurtis "Baby Got" Backs, the best drinking buddy I've ever known. Highlight #1! Me: So, you read my blog, is it good? Kurtis: Yeah, I have to say I laugh pretty often, except when you tend to over-politicize. Me: What do you mean? Kurtis: I mean I can't believe you like Michael Moore. Me: I never said I like Michael Moore. I think that it's important that he's putting out a message that the average American public has not heard before. Kurtis: I guess. Me: It's like Jesus. Did you know Jesus never washed his hands after using the bathroom? He'd be like "I need to pee. " Then just say "Hey, let's break bread. " People still liked him.
It's not the man, it's the message. Highlight #2! Me: Yeah, so I told R. Girl that when I die that I want my tombstone to say: Brent Kinkade Son. Brother. Husband. Father. Zombie? Kurtis: Good one. Me: Do you think it should have a question mark after "Zombie" or should it be a period? Kurtis: How about some elipses? Like, "To be continued". Me: Perfect! It's like I could come back as the Zombie King! P.S., dorks, as much as I think Pete Yorn and The Smiths' "Panic" kick ass seperately ... together they suck harder than a whore.
Also, on Hwy-167 last weekend I saw a redneck driving a truck with a witty Calvin-peeing-on-something bumper sticker. What was it? "City boys" The redneck was peeing on city boys. The irony is ... you have to usually find a city boy to find someone into that. 
