A lot of you read Rob's site and have been following his daughter Schuyler's story, but for those who haven't, please take a minute to look at the fundraiser page for Schuyler. We consider Rob, Julie and Schuyler to be friends of the family and we hope you'll at least take a look and see if you can contribute to this very, very worthy cause.

No, it's not a scam like that Kaycee thing. Many of us have been lucky enough to know Schuyler and her family in what they call "real life" and I can tell you that if you haven't met her, you're missing out -- she's a sweetheart and more than deserving of our help.

So please contribute if you can.

It's not that the new Whole Foods is so much better than any other place you've ever bought food in your life, it's just that --

No. No. No. That's a complete fucking lie. It is better than any place you've ever bought food in your life, even the place with the animatronic bears singing with washboards or the place in Vegas where the women take off their tops while you distractedly try to cut into a $3.99 steak.

It's 6:30 p.m. on a Wednesday night. I left work a little early to get some stuff done before I have to go to rehearsal. I pulled into the parking lot and after a tiny bit, found a good space. I hear there's a whole parking garage up in this bohemoth, but I wasn't up for exploring. I just wanted something to munch on that wasn't a burger. Preferably with some wireless Internet nearby. Wireless Internet nearby is always good.

So I walk in as the sun is setting beautifully on the Sixth and Lamar side. There's Waterloo Records over there and Amy's right next to it and the small bridge. Traffic is clustering by, but it's nothing we Austinites can't handle.

I don't even know what entrance to use. There's one that looks as if it might promise groceries, abundant, succulent groceries, and another entrance where patio furniture sits along an honest-to-God little pebble stream that runs through. Imagine, if you will, if you were eating at McDonald's and there was a tranquil stream with pretty rocks going right through the restaurant and up to the big-ass Ronald McDonald plastic statue. It's a little disorienting. But good food helps.

So I walk in through the cafe entrance. Dirty-south rockabilly is playing. Inside it's as if all the good foods that people have been keeping away from you all your life have collected together, have formed a damn community without you and suddenly, they're like, "Fine. All right. Come eat us. We give up."

You don't even know where to go. There's a pizza bar containing no kind of flaky, tasty-thick looking pizza I've ever seen. There's a noddle bowl bar, a curry-type-Indian-food bar, a bar for Italian, a bar that is comprised solely of cheeses. You stand there and eat cheese, and talk about the cheese with the cheese dude. Madness.

There's a station for pasta and probably stations for all other manner of ethnic foods I was too shy to explore. My ass ordered some chicken satay and I bolted outside to the umbrella'd patio, fearing that this place of excess would ruin me for all other ingestibles forever.

I didn't even look around the rest of the store. Why would I? Do I really want to get lost and hopeless in there, to think of all the crap I put into my body every day and weep that it's not all this stuff, made of alien wheats and sugars unattainable by mere everyday shoppers?

So I went outside, I ate my chicken skewers and I silently damned Whole Foods Austin. Fuck you, Whole Foods. Fuck you for deadening my tongue to all flavors outside your walls.

Not since Reese's have I been this excited. Internet celebrity (is it annoying to call him that?) John Scalzi scored a major coup by getting Gabe at one of my favorite sites Penny Arcade to design the cover of his next book.

That rocks on so many levels that it literally makes me dizzy, like staring at a really tall mountain for too long or drinking coffee too fast.

You go, John.

My review of Donkey Kong Jungle Beat is up at Austin360. It's really, really fun to play, but super annoying if you're my wife and in the other room and listening to me bang on bongos and clap all night.