I guess I must have been playing my Sparks albums a lot at the time, given the pun-laden titles for the cassette sides. Oh the folly of innocent youth…
Well, let's get realistic. The only thing I did every day for the past three months was crawl out of bed and head to the Dilbert factory where I did what a man has to do (*two* men, since that was 80 hours a week)- to feed the beast and pay the bills. Y'know...because writing about pop culture pays *so* well these days.
So let me take my life back first, and then we'll see how we do on the "every day" thing. So we'll change that mantra to:
Let Dr. Bristol heal your pop culture problems...at a random but optimistically frequent pace.