Woah. I am not done after all.

Hot on the heels of my discovering the Many Personalities Of Frank Zappa, I realize that I somehow managed to make it to 39 years of age with my love of both complicated jazz fusion, progressive rock, and heavy metal, yet without any knowledge whatsoever of Dream Theater‽

How the Hell do these things happen?

(And yes, that is a little interrobang at the end of the first paragraph.)

Confession

Have you seen the Geico ad (warning: quicktime movie), the one with the cavemen being all ticked off at the Geico spokeshuman (I have to be specific since they've got that damned gekko, too)?

Is it wrong of me to think the caveman on the right is hot?