When you go to San Fransisco, what do you wear in your hair when you go to Santa Monica?

After a week of everyone acting like crazy people, and thus testing the limitations of my anti-anxiety meds, it is time for me to roll out to California. Maestro, please.

And because you have to follow that up with this:

They just don’t make music videos like that anymore.

So, yeah, I’m going to Cali for “work”. If anyone needs anything this week, please direct all concerns, questions, inquiries, unpaid bills, complaints, problems, etcetera, to the Rev. Dark Wombat. He’s pretty free these days.

In other news, West Brom came into this season like a horny bobcat and came out of this season like a garden snail. We lost the last match to Stoke City. It would have probably been a draw had we not scored in our own goal in the first 20 minutes of the match. We are the best players on their team. The good news is that we barely escaped relegation to the Champions league. The bad news is that the Baroness’s club, Cardiff, did not. I feel her pain. We ended in 17th place. We missed it by one spot. That’s all it would have taken for me to be reporting on Champions league football come August. Send your “Thank You” cards to Batman.

This next bit of news is something that I heard rumors about, but nothing confirmed. Until yesterday. NBC is premiering Constantine sans Keanu this fall. It looks pretty rad:

Plus, it’s got Harold Perrineau in it. Who’s Harold Perrineau? Surrounded by Philistines. I swear. This is Harold Perrineau:

Oh, now you recognize him.

Anyway. That looks awesome and terrifying. I will probably never watch it. But it looks good.

Yeah, so I’ve got to go to the airport now.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC