In case you haven't seen it yet, the official Wolf Cookie blog is now up. For those not in the know, Wolf Cookie is Danny Agapito's outstanding band. Their "Deep Inside" single is genius.

This weekend, I'm heading back to NYC and will definitely be spending more than 22 minutes in the city. We're heading up for my buddy Chris' bachelor weekend. I'll be sure to post any one-nuthin's or Andy Fink-esque celebrity sightings. Last trip it was Uma Thurman in Central Park. I'm hoping to see Ethan Hawke this time so I can tackle him. I owe him that after sitting through Gattica.

And no, I will not be packing pants this weekend, only heat.

Did I mention I keep leaving my crap at the gym too? Last week I left my CD player and a couple months ago it was my walkman. Both are gone. Would have been nice if they had made their way to the lost and found. Oh well.

I got an email from someone who submitted an "either or" question! I'll post it tomorrow after I get a chance to write him/her back.

I leave you with this: What's another name for Pirate treasure?

You may have noticed under the What's Annoying Me area, I listed Bad Locker Room Etiquette. Well, I created my first top 10 list with that very theme.

Top 10 Things That Annoy Me at the Gym:

1 – Zumba pants – these should offend everyone. They are truly the most evil of all pants.

2 - Full Frontal Open Shower Guys – Do me a favor and close the shower curtain. I don’t need to see you wash your boys.

3 – Improper use of the hairdryer. It is NOT for drying off your package. The first time I saw a man waving the dryer around his crotch I almost vomited.

4 – The skinny guy w/ the rattail who wears extremely loose muscle shirts so everyone can spy his nipple rings.

5 – Guys that use three machines at once. Yeah, like you’re the only one in the entire gym. Tools.

6 – Air Dryers (people who dry naturally – no towels) who stare. I can relate to people preferring to dry alfresco, but walking and looking at everyone as you do it is just weird.

7 – People not restacking the weights (my anal retentive side coming out on this one).

8 – Dudes that workout in the sauna. Seriously, there are guys who do jumping jacks in the sauna, then go weigh themselves every five minutes.

9 – The person that keeps dropping bombs in the weight area. Damn!

10 – Guys who try to lift way more than they can, grunt like a farm animal, and generally throw their back into every exercise. They usually have Zumba pants on.

Yes, my gym is a freak show. I'm looking to switch gyms in the next couple weeks. The hairdryer incident was the last straw.

In other news, I officially bought the domain, www.FearOfPants.com. I'll transfer most of my pants, oops, I mean rants, over there once I have my server set up at home.

So the trip to NYC was less of a trip into the city and more of a trip to my Uncle's kitchen in Eastchester. That's where we spent the majority of our time catching up with the whole family. I did manage to make it into the city for a total of 22 minutes. We were dropped off at the Port Authority, hopped our bus and headed home. Next weekend's trip into the urban jungle should provide more one-nuthin' possibilities.

Okay, some of you aren't convinced of the evil nature of pants. I present to you evidence that CAN NOT be denied. We all know and love Super Greg, the greatest DJ of all time. Well, have you been to his web site lately? It doesn't exist anymore! Why? I'll tell you why - pants.

I did a little research and found that the domain name had been usurped by that pants-pusher Buddy Lee. You know who I'm talking about - that freakish little man that looks like a Jerry Jones voodoo doll. They try to blow him up in the commercials but he won't die. Why won't he die? You can't kill the undead my friend.

Anyway, a super greg mirror site still exists so I suggest you all go there and bask in the unibrow glory that is Super Greg.