One of my favorite fantasies is trying to imagine what my entrance music should be, whether I'm a professional wrestler or a celebrity on a talk show with a band. Depending on my mood at the time, my entrance requires any of the following, sometimes in combination: an entire platoon of Shaolin monks, pyrotechnics along the side of the ramp, or a spotlight desperately searching for my ninja/Batman self. But no matter what happens, there is MUSIC. And it's appropriate for whatever mood I think of.

Anyway, I would like to announce that after a long, hearty session with my car radio, my choice of ideal entrance music is now no longer Hotei Tomoyasu's Evil Dance. Evil Dance is SO 2004. I have to change with the times (note that the shaolin monks have been a recurring part of my delusions of grandeur since around 1995, while the pyrotechnics are more of a 1999 thing), and so I want a giant head in my closet chanting:

Comin' up
Comin' up
Comin' up
Comin' up
Comin' up
Comin' up
It's Dom!

Then I boogie.

That's all I wanted to say.