Well I used to love them, but it's all over now

Well, they have gone and done it!

Just when I thought that the powers that be over at Grateful Dead Productions couldn't stoop any lower than the $65 cutting board!!!

We now have the "Epic" Grateful Dead Tour game.


At what point do you just have to say enough is enough? I used to get incensed at Jerry Garcia's widow talking about how great Jerry was at combining "art with commerce". But really, can this even qualify as art? When have you crossed over from taking care of your fans to taking FROM your fans? There is a huge difference between a band like the Rolling Stones charging a kidney for one of their concert tickets and Tony Orlando and/or REO Speedwagon sipping lemonade and pimping for Time Life Music.

I swear if I ever see Erika Shaffer (you know who she is -- she is the hot redhead who is in nearly every infomercial ever created -- from here on out she will be known as my Commercial Whore Girlfriend) hocking Grateful Dead music I will be gone, gone gone and nothing will ever bring me back.

Commercial Whore Girlfriend: Hi Greg Brady! You're very hot and also very knowledgeable about hippie shit, right?
Greg Brady: You know it, fire-crotch. Have I ever told you about the time I tripped on LSD while listening to Procul Harum?
CWG: Tell me later Greg Brady. Right now Time Life Music needs us to tell the audience about it's 10 CD collection of every My Brother Esau ever played.

Amy Adams has bitchface.

I was induced by my two youngest children (my oldest, and in this case smartest, declined) to see the new Muppets movie. In most instances when screen time is shared by both puppets/CGI/animated characters and human beings, I enjoy the real-life bits more. (Which is ironic or something because in real-real-life, I tend to avoid being in the same geographic space with other people as much as possible). The newest incarnation of the Muppets made me dread every scene that was not completely populated with felt-beings. You know, I just can't look at Jason Segel and NOT picture him trying to get into Lindsay Weir's pants. It was bad enough trying to watch his wannabe John Bonham do the hustle at the end of F&G, but I just couldn't take him dancing AND singing. Both of the young ones gave it an "It was okay but I would NOT see it again". I think that is kidspeak for "You wasted your money and our time".