Wood Ranch? More like "WOULD Ranch, stay open past 9pm?" We need bullies. For heavens sake, Heavens Gate. Why do MRI machines seem like technology that hasn't progressed since 1968. Impromptu Improv. Hogan on Rogan. Metallica show at Sofi stadium. One of the worst dates I've ever been on.

Id rather have a ghost in my house than cockroaches. More things that annoy me about my stupid rental car. (I promise, I think this is the last one) The hurricane, the earthquake, and the no-hawk. Three O'Clock High, and Talk To Me. (Also, f Brie Larson) Ishtar, DC Cab, and "a potential scene from a horror movie" in the parking lot. (After watching a horror movie) Au revoir, Chicken Al Pastor. (We hardley knew ye) Student loans wackiness.

Lawdy lawdy, I hate this Audi. Nothing else mattress. Thumbs down (from afar) on the Pantera-ish show in Buffalo. Uncle Joe's card. The show Friday night, at Comedy Blvd. Ashoka trailer for Disney Plus. Road Dog & I went to see Falling Down at the (shittier) Aero.

Emasculation through transportation. Pantera is playing in Buffalo as I record this, and I'm missing it. I hope I can get my mind right. The Chimneysweep jukebox is ruining my life. (And their profit margins) Chocolate Rain. Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

Comedy Blvd Show, Take 2, Aug 11. Things are looking up after "Why, God, Why July," but someone had ONE last surprise in store for the Lukester! Au revoir, Pee Wee. August will be a damn good movie month. Biden's bag-flation(?) One less prick to deal with at the dentist's office, and a trip to the emergency room with my friend Jimmy. The Fighter gets better every time I (and hopefully, you) watch it.

Strawberry Bobo's update. Harley update. Rushing or dragging at the mics. The Sound Of Freedom, and The Feeling Of Obligation. 2nd job at Amazon, if they'd stop jerking me around. I wish "being forced to watch CNN" would have been the worst thing that happened to me at the gym Saturday. 0 for goddamn fucking 3 on "the beach."

Still no word on my Harley (well over a week later) I got 99 problems and a beach is one. Star struck at Golds. Carls Jr from hell. Bruce's band on Thursday, and the annoying fucking DJ. Mission Impossible 7 review. Vinnie's show at my old stomping ground, which ain't what it used to be. (LA ruins absolutely everything)

Help me fill my 2 person quota for my "bringer show" Friday night. The wheels on the bus go pound and pound (on my face, and upper body). Bad influences got me to hate Pink Floyd, and Frank Pietrantoni. (sp) Roommate update. Ian Fidance is an old school hardcore kid, and the time I got on Sick Of It All's tour bus, and crushed! Asians can't even ride e-bikes without crashing. Adventures with/near Ed Harris.

Eskimo brothers with Steven Spielberg. More totally reliable and relatable women in Los Angeles, dating here is just wonderful. A reflection on one year as a Sherman Oaks resident, and a fond farewell to my first roommate. Stand up round up, and a sort of review of Funny People. (Apatow flick from 2009) Rocha's show at the gay bar, and a 4th of July run down. Arnold still pulls chicks.

I saw the new Indiana Jones movie, after swearing I wouldn't. I really wasn't prepared for how ridiculously embarrassingly unexpectedly emotional it was gonna make me. I have a lot of time to kill today on a Sunday/stuck at work, so I figured I'd make this a one-off instead of making it part of Ep 402, because I knew this dumb subject was long enough to be an episode in and of itself.

I probably should have waited til I saw it a second time or given it a few days to digest, but...fuck it. There's spoilers in it, so if you want to wait til after you've seen Dial Of Destiny or don't plan on seeing it/don't give a shit either way, it'll be here.