We start the episode with Luke possibly part of a murder mystery. We then get into the inexplicable resurgence of NuMetal, and what constitutes modern dad rock. Growing up with Canadian strip clubs, bad shit we did as kids for no reason, "Coachella people," and a myriad of other whimsical, fanciful ruminations.

I went on my first actual job interview probably since Bill Clinton was in office. The library in LA is nothing but a homeless shelter with some books in it. John Joseph from the Cro Mags was on a podcast and I just find the man so whimsically entertaining. Old McDonald caused me harm, ee I ee I blow.

But wait, you didn't let me exalt the Jim Crocce montage! Chipotle Incompetence. I had maybe the most offensive text exchange with a prospective date in dating eeeAAAPP history. "Mr. Helper" at the Kind corporation got involved with "improving" my favorite breakfast bar. Who knew a simple open mic would completely devastate my entire Saturday. Hail Mary, and Clint "High Hat" Howard. We're in the last days of Studio D :(

My real life "Seth Rogan in The Studio" dilemma. What the shits, Fitz? I'm scrambling to find a job in my late 40s, yaaay. I hate people that constantly begin a thought/observation with "look" or "listen," I went to see A Clockwork Orange and realized I really don't like Stanley Kubrick very much. This Week In Burger King Incompetence. Scott Vogel (Terr') on Jake Converge's podcast got a ni**a going down memory lane, n sheeit. I went to the Virzi's house party, and fit in about as well as your high school principal hanging out there. I broke down and saw Project Hail Mary, and mostly wish I hadn't.

The curse of Carls. I managed to rooker another celebrity into one of my short films. Oscars 2025 very short recap. I finally got to see Django Unchained on a big screen again and had lots of thoughts. I saw Peaky FACKING BLOINDERS movie too. I went out on the town Saturday night with Road Dog.

The joy of the courdoroy! I learned how to swallow. I went to a speed dating event, mostly for content for this episode. Bokes and I went to Hellfest West Fest to see Turmoil for the first time in 19 years. Then we shot day 1, scene 1 of my new hit skit "Sex In Your 40s."

The show musnt go on! Looks like we evaded a cinematic apocalypse after all, but don't worry – studios are STILL perpetually putting out movies about the wolfman, and chick-lead action movies to lose all their money. Over, and over, and over. (But at least we might get World War Z, part two!) I shot most of my short film since last episode, and had a self imposed frantic weekend as a result of Jim Florentine being here.

The worst Friday The 13th "in fuckin YEAZ.'" This Week In Open Mics. (It's like old times again! Now I just need dates for dating stories/tales from dating hell!) I had a productive President's Day, despite the torrential rain. I saw Crime 101 and it certainly wasn't Crime 1-0-FUN. I had a high profile, high stakes mission at work this weekend. Lotta presh. Robert Duvall died, and I think maybe his soul waved at me/tapped me on the shoulder as he left this Earthen plane.