June 27, 2004

David Lee Roth's new career: emergency medical technician.
  • "My dream would be to save a Scandinavian hikerette," the rocker admitted to the Daily News. That sounds like the Dave we know.
  • Meanwhile, Bruce Dickinson is an airline pilot. Fly, on your way, like an eagle...
  • Oh my god... this is the funniest thing ever. It almost makes me want to get hit by a taxi, just to see if Diamond Dave will come to the rescue. That would be even better than Forks' sighting of George Micheal kissing big hairy bear (not the animal) last week.
  • homunculus, exactly my first thought. I can't help thinking that Bruce made a slightly more glamorous decision, though.
  • This is what my friend had to say, when she told me about this: "Can you imagine having him as your EMT? You've just had a heart attack, and you look up and see all that hair, and he says (deep, dopey voice) 'OK, you need to hold on, we're gonna get you to the hospital.'" "Then he starts singing 'Panama.'" (a period of repectful, awed silence) "Oh, and he looks like Cloris Leachman."
  • I think he would make a better radio psychologist.
  • I keep imagining him with the defibrulators in his white gloved hands, doing gestures from his "Just a Gigolo" vid, and singing "Bop bozadee bozadee bop ditty bop."
  • I saw him a couple weeks ago in the audience when I saw "Avenue Q." He leapt from his seat on the aisle and gave a very enthusiastic standing-o with a creepy/puffy/sweaty too-happy look on his face, like the one in the pic on that site, and then took off at a run, out of the theatre.
  • Injured Man: Ohhh, it hurts, it hurts! Diamond Dave: Hommaluh-babe-aluh-zeebaluh-boobaluh-hommaluh-babe-aluh-zeebaluh BOP! Injured Man: Please. Kill me now.