So Mickey is looking to move. In this market, should he take the plunge and buy? Or keep on renting? I mean renting at least you wouldn’t have to climb on the roof, crawl around the attic, replace the wet carpet, pay to have the a/c recharged, mow the lawn, clean the pool, shock the pool, chlorinate the pool…shit.

Hulk-a-datea? Now that Hulk has gotten his divorce, what will his next stunt be? Hogan dates best?

Geoff doesn’t like summer or Muscular Dystrophy…June through Labor Day must be some rough days for the guy…

In local news, the search for Caylee Anthony is everywhere so of course our A#1 newshound, J, wants to get in on the action. Go for it J, in the name of SomaCow! (and write a damn blog about it)

This week, Geoff reviewed Goodnight Moon, one of my favorite children’s books. This leads into a discussion of the best children’s books out there…and how the Bible needs to be rewritten.

Oh! And SomaCow LOVES Neil Patrick Harris. Have you seen Dr Horrible? If not, shame on you (and now you have no excuse!)

This week’s music was:

• The Presidents of the United States of America – More Bad Times

Well, Geoff is off at sensitivity training learning not to call black people ‘monkeys’, or Asians ‘Alien slanteyes’.  Hopefully.

And while he’s off learning to not call people “durka durkas” vs “woo woos”, I’m here at home watching Anthony Bourdain. See, I know that when Geoff comes home he will want to watch him again so that means double Anthony for me! I think if we ever had a third person it would be him…

So let’s see how the guys do with this more sensitive side of SomaCow. Any ideas on a punishment if they fall into their old ways?

Geoff finished Stardust and gives his final review. Is it a children’s book? (If you would like to sponsor this, or any other segment, email me, Jen, at somacow@gmail.com)

The music we enjoyed this hour:

• The Presidents of the United States of America – Truckstop Butterfly
• The Refreshments – Banditos

Listen to me, folks, and listen good. We talked about a range of subjects in this hour, including Mickey’s birthday, turkey legs and sundry street food, and the need for Mike Myers and Adam West to do something useful with their autumnal years, but none of that matters.

What matters is that you understand Joe Piscopo is crap. If you already know this to be true, skip along with your bad self, and enjoy this episode. The rest of you, hold still for a moment.

Born Joseph Charles John (already, what the fuck?? What kind of insane parent names their fucking kid Joe Chuck John? RABID WEASEL PARENTS, that is who. And Joe Piscapoe is their perfect weasel child. Bready of eye, rank of fur, he wriggles and slashes his way from project to project, spreading mediocrity and gayish gauntness to the small screen like some kind of Rotten Johnny Weaselseed. But there is no fooling us here at SomaCow, JoeChuck. We know you for what you are – talentless also-ran base faced eater of broken meats)!

In all sincerity, we wish Mickey a Happy Birthday and discuss the finer points of SNL cast members, least of which is certainly Joe Pisscapough, who not only lied about the evidence that lead this great nation into armed conflict against Iraq, but also was probably responsible for the 400 years of oppression forced upon black men and women long ago.

That was probably offsides, and it really isn’t my intention to list off the terrible crimes against humanity that Joe Pizzapoke has wrought. But, as long as there is white on my screen and honor in my heart, the truth will out! Nefarious bastard!

Anyway, we played the following great bands, none of which do hackneyed impressions of Frank Sinatra ad nauseum. Unless we played Richard Cheese, but I think he does a lovely Frank. Ad Nauseum.

• The Presidents of the United States of America – Mixed up S.O.B.
• The Frauds – Days Go By

So, I am sick. I know it isn’t contagious, and I also know it makes for fun radio to listen to my nasal drone, and so, there we are, decanting our weekly discussions for you to drink in. We congratulate Ross, who has joined the tiers of the partly working wounded. Feel free to swing by the pteradons, or pterodactyls, or just sit and wait at Burger Digs for him to make a meal break, and say “Why’d You Get X Fired!?” to Ross. He loves that so much!

We also chatted about the Tomato Crisis of ‘08, which seems to have cooled down some. Thank the lord Jesus, as millions of Americans get back to maowing down on some serious acid reflux. Yum!

We briefly skirted the topic of The Chick That Mickey Is Dating, and her propensity to make restaurant servers cry with a never ending litany of special instructions in the preparation and serving of her dishes. The woman is insatiable, and J and I share many a furrowed glance as Mickey regales us with tales of her ceaseless demands.

We also wish great success to our good friend Seadad, who is currently fighting for truth, justice, and the American way far abroad in a theater of operations somewhere in the Middle East. May you finish your objective and get home quickly, Seadad!

And I take a moment to thank the listeners for all their kindness regarding the birth of my first child. She is doing wonderfully, and we appreciate all the concern and generosity the listeners and our friends have shown us these past two weeks. Shit was harrowing, and you made a bad scene bright, and for that, I am indebted. See me later for hand release.

We spun yarns with the following cool cat jams, daddy-o:

• The Presidents of the United States of America – Poor Turtle
• No More Kings – God Breathed