Heading to Fry's under the guise that I want to take an exterior photo, but really, I wanna break in

A one-take LA Auto Show recording and yearly tradition.

However! I did cut the 5 minute root beer float dead air because, shockingly, wasn't as funny as I thought it would be.

My poor guy has to get his balls cut off, and I feel a guilt beyond my comprehension. Seafood might help, but I don't even like seafood. A mini table-saw will fix everything.

Trying to find motivation

I head out to the zoo to find out what's really going on

I head to the OC0-ppo (Toes)klp[; TOES WON'T LET ME TYPE

I fly to Arizona for a funeral and don't have a great time

I split town to try and have an adventure, and I end up at the Madonna Inn for the 35th time.

I have one of my best ideas yet, and sorta talk about selling 8X10's of me and Toes

This week I interview Paul Ollinger from the Crazy Money podcast that I produce and edit. I'll be back with more manic behavior next week.

Thanks to Toes the cat, I now understand being a single parent, and what Jesus felt like.

A very disorganized array of manic thoughts and feelings that I assume all new fathers share

This is getting ridiculous. I'm at least $300 into gas, and several full days of driving trying to feed my fly traps. 

There isn't a fly to be found as my venus fly traps little stomachs are grumbling because they're hungry.

Bookstore investigation, a lake, and a plant that eats flies.

Trader Joe's is where it's all happening in the world of fresh blueberries, the secret reservoir that's not a secret that I discovered that I didn't really discover, and more.

Wind, birds and other important things to talk about

I panic after hating the original angry podcast and take a do-over at a beautiful reservoir in the Hollywood Hills

An angry, profanity-filled podcast that I'm not proud of. Anyway, homeless guy, Los Lobos, fun times.

I fall for an Instagram picture of corn dogs

For 400 weeks I've recorded into my phone, jeez.

I'm nervous because episode 400 is next week, and it feels like I should have a podcast extravaganza.

A mixed-up manic week of fulfillment when I live everybody's childhood fantasy of driving their friggin car on the beach.

I check out the Kill Bill church, get a massage, and discuss important things.

I head up to Yosemite for Firefall! Again.

Another week of staying alive! Whew! Trying to enjoy life.

What's up, Mike? Sounds like you're losing it.

I distract myself from getting a cat, to getting another guitar. And get caught up in an emotional, anxiety-ridden game I call, "never wanted that, now I want it more than anything."

On the hunt for tarantulas, frogs, and expensive real estate. But all I really wanted was a cat.

For the 390th time, I upload my thoughts onto the world wide web.

That's friggin insane.

I spend the night in the desert to find podcast inspiration, but all I find is that my decisions are not that good.