Worked out, 45 minutes on the elliptical, weights, yadayadayada. Music: Rancid, Allen Ginsberg reading America, Billy Joe Shaver, and Squeeze.

I am Mr. Eclectic.

I've decided that the next time American Idol has tryouts, I'm there. I'm going to be one of those crazy people who says they're the next idol and then sings like the Lion from Wizard of Oz. Except I'm going to sing David Courtney by Rancid. You can download the song here. You want to get in good with your boss? Play it real loud at work. It'll make everyone fear and respect you. Maybe just fear you.

So last night I'm reading À la recherche du temps perdu (yes, Proust in the original French, there's really no other way) when the missus puts on one of those gauche shows, Maui Fever.

I put down the book, I have to, the show is so loud. It's a stupid reality show about some stupid kids who live in Maui. Completely uninteresting, especially since I'd just watched it the other day. Well, it was on while I was doing stuff around the house.

Anyway, there's one character on there, Corbin, who I maintain is not a human being, but a genetically altered chimp. I guarantee you he'll be flinging fecal matter at the other cast members before the series is over.

Labels: Ginsberg, Maui Fever, MTV, Proust