Don’t go, Phish

Phish, the Vermont-based jam band whose legions of dedicated fans made it one of the nation’s top touring acts, announced Tuesday that the band was breaking up.

The surprise announcement came as the band prepared to release a new album, “Undermind,” on June 15 and embark on a summer tour, which will kick off June 17 at Coney Island in Brooklyn, a borough of New York City.

All I can say is this had better not end the Ben and Jerry’s flavor.

The Day After…

I love a bad movie as much as anyone (did anybody else pay to see the Broderick version of Godzilla at the theater? Twice?)

But this sounds just, well, like a disaster. Movie.

Hilariously awful in most places, with an incoherent script and questionable acting, “Day After” will come on Friday and the question will be: Can innumerable, mind-numbing special effects, nearly all of them created on a computer and placed in what can only be called a random order, overcome sheer inanity?

Read the review on Fox. This was the nice part.

Haiku

Cat:

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.

Wanna go outside.
Oh, crap! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams
Claws are not that sharp.

Dog:

I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be.

The cat is not all
Bad. She fills the litter box
With Tootsie Rolls

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.