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The Palms 
This one still makes me laugh. 
Especially the part whenoOOOOOghhgh-Huhvmnh. 

AN OPEN LETTER TO NEIL YOUNGHey, Neil. My name is Dan Meth and I’m a cartoonist. I’ve been listening to your music since I was 16 and I’ve heard all your albums. Your songs have been a large part of the soundtrack of my high school years, my college days, and every day since. I’ve seen you in concert, read biographies about you, and even drawn you into a couple cartoons. So what I’m about to say comes from a place of true respect and admiration.
I have an idea for a reality TV show that I want to make with you. It’s called “Neil Young and Crazy Borscht”. I’ll tell you the quick pitch and If you’re into it, we should set up a meeting with The Food Network very soon. Here goes:Neil Young and Dan Meth travel around Eastern Europe and Russia by bus. We stop in villages and cities sampling borscht, talking with people and trying to track down the greatest borscht in all of the former Soviet Union. We listen to stories about borscht, get recommendations from people, discover secret recipes. From four-star restaurants in Moscow to the kitchens of impoverished farm-houses in Transylvania. From Minsk to Moldova, from St. Petersburg to Székesfehérvár, we will consume the red broth of beets and share the experience with TV audiences. Maybe Neil can jam with the local musicians. Think it over, Neil. And Food Network, if you read this; help me convince Neil. I really think we have something here.Keep on Rockin in the Free World,Dan Meth 

AN OPEN LETTER TO NEIL YOUNG

Hey, Neil. My name is Dan Meth and I’m a cartoonist. I’ve been listening to your music since I was 16 and I’ve heard all your albums. Your songs have been a large part of the soundtrack of my high school years, my college days, and every day since. I’ve seen you in concert, read biographies about you, and even drawn you into a couple cartoons. So what I’m about to say comes from a place of true respect and admiration.

I have an idea for a reality TV show that I want to make with you. It’s called “Neil Young and Crazy Borscht”. I’ll tell you the quick pitch and If you’re into it, we should set up a meeting with The Food Network very soon. Here goes:

Neil Young and Dan Meth travel around Eastern Europe and Russia by bus. We stop in villages and cities sampling borscht, talking with people and trying to track down the greatest borscht in all of the former Soviet Union. We listen to stories about borscht, get recommendations from people, discover secret recipes. From four-star restaurants in Moscow to the kitchens of impoverished farm-houses in Transylvania. From Minsk to Moldova, from St. Petersburg to Székesfehérvár, we will consume the red broth of beets and share the experience with TV audiences. Maybe Neil can jam with the local musicians. 

Think it over, Neil. And Food Network, if you read this; help me convince Neil. I really think we have something here.

Keep on Rockin in the Free World,
Dan Meth 

FAMILY SITCOM CHILDREN STRUCTURES#19 In A Series of Pop-Cultural Charts
Gender and age order of sitcom offspring graphed out in the clearest way possible.  

FAMILY SITCOM CHILDREN STRUCTURES
#19 In A Series of Pop-Cultural Charts

Gender and age order of sitcom offspring graphed out in the clearest way possible.  

Jon Stewart vs. Vsevolod Mikhailovich GarshinThis weekend I was at the Met and was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw this painting by late 19th century Russian realist Ilya Repin. I immediately heard “The Daily Show” theme-song.   

Jon Stewart vs. Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshin
This weekend I was at the Met and was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw this painting by late 19th century Russian realist Ilya Repin. I immediately heard “The Daily Show” theme-song.
 
  

NEW CARTOON: Even More American Idol Judges
Steven Tyler was just the beginning…
all the rock dinosaurs are on their way.

Hoarders.A new sports-bar where the beer has mold floating in it, the waitresses are unkempt elderly pack-rats, and the restrooms are a pile of Hefty bags in the stairwell.
And the food… well, it’s almost as bad as Hooters.

Hoarders.
A new sports-bar where the beer has mold floating in it, the waitresses are unkempt elderly pack-rats, and the restrooms are a pile of Hefty bags in the stairwell.

And the food… well, it’s almost as bad as Hooters.