The Quest is Complete

Six months ago or so, I remembered something. An image of a wet drum being played. Was it rain? Was it milk? Maybe even blood? I did not know. I asked my real life friends. I asked my friends from these here Internets. I looked at 5,459 You Tube videos. It wasn't Phil Collins. It wasn't Poison. It wasn't Def Leppard's one-armed drummer, no. For half a year it plagued me, and I thought about it quite often.

Until last night, when husband was torturing me by making me watch the Blue Man Group on PBS (PBS is seriously misguided if they think that I'm going to be inspired to send them money by "rewarding" me with a Blue Man Group DVD. Seriously.). And I'm screaming, "Make it stop. Dear God, make it stop now!" And then it happened. Drum stick meets wet drum. Damn. I was really hoping it was something cooler than that. Like Color Me Badd.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=os6vFuy_DiM