So I'm completely obsessed with "The Best". I'm always on the look out for the best of something. Why? I guess I've always known this, but it didn't really hit me as a conscious thought until couple of nights ago. I was at the Used CD store, looking through their inventory, you know, through free association. And it occurred to me that I had no idea what it wanted. But whatever it was, it would be the best band ever. It was going to be a band that nobody had heard of except me. Perhaps, a band so obscure (yet so "the best") that the counter jockeys didn't even know they had them. And when I played the CD for people, they would all agree, "It was the best band ever with the best songs ever." Really, if you want to listen to a band that nobody else has ever heard of, well, you have to start your own band. And I've done that. Back in high school. Jason and I began a great little band called Pasty Curmudgeon... we were OK. Well, I mean for two guys that played cello and viola, respectively... in addition to the kazoo... yeah, we were OK. We had some fun songs. When I went to college, people really seemed to enjoy them. And, in the tradition of great Seattle bands, we wrote all our songs in my garage... with my Casio... that neither of us could play. But we wailed on the kazoo. We were kazoo virtuosos... still are. The other night, I was looking for something eat. I was tired of burgers and wanted something different. I drove around for like an hour. Looking for something or other... I don't know... when it occurred to me that what I was looking for was a meal so delicious that I would never be hungry ever again. Such a thing does not exist, but that didn't stop me from driving around for an hour. Why didn't I just go have a burger? In the end, I ended up at Royal Thai (which is where I saw the news article on e-mail). I had this soup, I don't even remember the name of it, but it was so good I almost cried. Really, I almost cried. It was that delicious, but it wasn't the best thing in the world, and it didn't sate my hunger for eternity. In fact, if I remember correctly, I'm pretty sure I ate the next day. In fact, I did. And as of late, I've been looking for the best blog. One that makes me think and laugh at the same time, every time. So far I haven't found any. Now everybody over there on the left, they make me think, and they make me laugh, but not always in the same post. And I'm not pointing fingers, I don't do it either. In fact, my blog is kind of mediocre. I kind of make you think, and kind of make you laugh. Kind of. I've also been looking for the best comic in the world. That space actually used to be filled, but unfortunately Bill Watterson retired. Ergo, no more Calvin and Hobbes. So I suppose, in the world of comics I'm looking for something to replace Calvin and Hobbes. But that's not possible. Nothing can replace Calvin and Hobbes. So I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking for. But whatever I'm looking for, it's going to be the best. The positive side to this, however, is that, even before I begin my quest, I know it will be futile.