Happy Tuesday, Natch.

If days of the week were bands, Tuesday would be Matchbox Twenty. There's nothing special about it, we wouldn't be any worse off if it didn't exist, and there might be three or four sucky girls that think it rocks. Well guess what, WKDD fans! The Jesus Petes are about to turn Tuesdays into something to look forward to.

Today and every Tuesday - that homely, frumpy, sad wreck of a day - we'll update our newest feature... the Never-ending Appreciation of TV Commercial Hotties. NATCH, beeotch!

Kicking off the festivities is one of my personal favorites - the Overstock.com girl!

I'm telling you, if you haven't seen these ads before, you need to watch more Lifetime movies. In between scenes of ladies getting cheated on, beaten, drunk, and set on fire, all the while trying to stop their daughters from being prostitutes, this gem of an ad pops up to remind us that everything is right with the world.

Sabine Ehrenfeld (I swear I typed that in right) is Miss Overstock's real name. Her mission - to explain that we need to understand the secrets of the "BIG O." I'm still trying to make the connection between deep discounts and Roy Orbison. It really doesn't make a difference though. When the spokesperson is a hot girl dressed like a tennis player with pigtails, she could get away with explaining the connection between Tonka Trucks and Crispin Glover using only sign language and marrionettes. It's all good in the hood, G.

Of course, there will always be naysayers. Boko doesn't think she's hot, and insits that the director of the commecials used tricky methods to make her look good.

Here's one of the ads, so judge for yourselves. It's not the tennis one, so keep it in your pants.

Alright, that's all I've got. I hope your Dia de Tues was a little more exciting than usual. If not, there's always cheap wings to fill the void in your heart!

Yours Truly,
Mikey

Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of activity here over the weekend. As usual, my good friends Zach Braff and Tom Cavanagh talked me into going along on another one of their wild goose chases. I'm telling you, these two are like Jack Dalton to my MacGyver. They just won't rest until they've found the elusive four-player cocktail cabinet version of Touchdown Fever.

Sure, we may have returned empty-handed and exhausted, but at least we discovered the secrets of the pyramids... lots and lots of bigass rocks.

Bumper Sticker, ho!

iViven los Petes de Jesús!

Some of you keen observers may have noticed a difference in the site, such as... there's nothing here. Well, I'm a dick, and I broke it. Sorry.

But... like K.I.T.T. after being smashed to bits by Goliath, we're back and better than before. No bitch, Judy doesn't have Super Pursuit Mode. I'm talking pictures, several even! And sound clips, maybe, someday... yeah!

So chin up, cheer up, chips and dip, Chachi Arcola! 3, 2, 1, Contact. We're live, suckers.