A prescient prediction about 28 Years Later. Big news on the Starbucks brownie front. My old acting teacher died. (Shockingly, not "of embarrassment" from watching me) Big news on the screenplay front. Bokes & I went to see Harley Flanagan from Cro Mag's new documentary, "Wired For Chaos." I went to see Mark. Normand at the Comedy Store, and I did a little stand up m'self for the first time…in fuckin yeaz.

Ol "lilly lungs" Lukie is back, celebrating one month and one week of having this cold! Yay! 405 Chaos. Another invention I could/should invent, but won't. Jeff Dye & Fiends at the Comedy Store. Among the many other natural attributes I've been blessed with, I've also come to realize I'm "I'll be right with you" guy. 28 Jeers Later, and O Brother Where Art Thou. (Seriously, where art thou?)

Why do so many businesses in LA go out of business, only to have the exact same kind of business take over in the same exact spot the last business failed? Sex in the middle ages. Spaceballs 2. "Mobland" (nice fuckin name, as usual…)

I'm still fucking sick, and consume about 17 cough drops throughout this episode. The Los Angeles Insurrection, and my growing and almost unquantifiable contempt for this place and the people in charge of it. A couple more things about Harley Flanagan and the Cro Mags (sorry) I try to get you to appreciate the movie "Green Book," and I went to see The Proposition with the director and cast there live. (Sort of) I also saw Dogma, the old Kevin Smith movie that is having a limited national re-release.

This episode came to you by storm. (I'm strug-a-leeng with a cold on this one, so bare with me) Harley Flan..again? Two big observations I forgot to mention about god awful Mission Impossible 8 last episode. The Hottie And The Nottie, 1923, Landman, and "we need to talk about Jon Hamm."

"Real Men," and the Jim Belushi conundrum. If you can believe this, there's actually a handful of decent-sounding original movies on the horizon! Good news for my stuff. (Well, "potentially," as always) I may have gotten fired, again. A lengthy (as usual) Mission Impossible 8 review.

I'm back. Maybe. The sad truth about the animal crossing bridge on the 101. Starbucks probably got rid of their brownie, because it was my favorite treat from there, and anything that I like in this life will be systematically taken away from. (Like TGI Fridays) The two-cookie conundrum. Restaurant workers that don't put utensils in their Doordash orders should literally be dragged to hell. I put up 265, no sweat! The untapped potential of Cyril Rampahosa. You thought "Diddy parties" were rough, wait til you hear about Hussein parties! Deadguy is still bringin it.

I went to the opening of David Mamet's new movie "Henry Johnson" the same day James Foley died, who directed the movie version of Mamet's most famous work, and I was in nerd utopia. I also went to see the Accountant 2 ("tWoOo?!") so that you don't have to. Thank you for your ears, throughout the years. <3

Five double o! I recount the colorful history of this here podcast. A fellow traveler in Los Angeles car wash-dom. The Studio, and the tragedy of Seth Rogan. The trouble with Instagram titties. I'm finding the rhythms for my rebound girl, the LA Fitness on Coldwater and Victory. The trouble with Jon Hamm, and Apple TV shows round up. (Who made the cut? Who didn't? HOW EXCITING IS THIS)

Pee jug. One less jerk at work. Hittin pavement for puss. Another show I won't go. Pizza extortion and casting exasperations. Thunderbolts, that new Marvel movie. "The best one since End Game!"