Weekend Update.

[mixer2435]

I have an almost-written-in-stone rule about not writing about my life here.  However, the last 72 hours have been so incredibly odd that I a recap seems in order.  Basically, a friend's birthday celebration ended up lasting 3 days.  I feel like I've been to Vegas or something.  A bit of advice:  if you think your weekends aren't long enough, that'

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[regularb]

Excellent. Good Man Hunting. Hooray. I am having embarrassing trouble identifying Mr. Snakes-on-his-pants in the tiny image above, but yes, the young Mr. Zimmerman is absolutely a part of the equation.

I think the B factor might need to include a bit of bad-boy actor, not just Animal. May I suggest Peter O'Toole?

The second equation is frankly terrifying and should henceforth be known as the Forbidden Theorem.

[mixer2435]

The tiny image= Jimmy Page (mr. snakes on a pants) and Robert Plant of the Led Zeppelin. I thought it was too small...

I couldn't resist dividing Led Zep and the Gershwins by Bobby Dylan. You understand.

No, B factor is okay. I've officially dealt with theater all I need to by including Will. Besides, Animal is based on Keith Moon, and given last weekend, he MUST be not only included, but undiluted.

[regularb]

Thank you for not responding, "If it's too small, you're too old!"

Funny, I have never thought of Led Zeppelin as sexy at all. I understand the equation appeal. But for my own purposes, I will be multiplying the Gershwins by Joe Strummer and Mick Jones before I divide by Dylan.

It is entirely possible that this equation would spit out a young Peter O'Toole as an answer.

Hmmmmm. I can't always discern the pattern either.

[mixer2435]

Of course Zep isn't sexy. that's why you must multiply by the Gershwins. Secondly, perhaps the reason you have trouble with the pattern is that you insist on changing the formula before calculating... ;)

[regularb]

Also, did you see this on the website of the first offending band?

The sound dances between cacophony and calm with dissonant female harmonies chanting around prog rock-esque keys, heavy drums, drony bass, and an array of wind instruments (bassoon, flute, melodica). Fuzzy on reality, the noir sound moves from the cabaret, to the open road, to the far ends of the imagination. Ju Ju Pow Wow!

I feel much better now that I know that's what was happening.

[mixer2435]

I think it's good for humanity that their press writer makes as much sense as their music.