Met up with a fellow Fresnan (by way of Sweden) last night at the SoHo Grand, and we also hit a taping of "The Daily Show" with my favorite truthmonger, Jon Stewart. The guest was Tom Hanks (not too shabby for basic cable), and the news segment featured correspondent Ed Helms, whose "Queer and Present Danger" report on victims of gay marriage has now launched him into the Fake News Hall of Fame with Stephen Colbert and Steve "Produce Pete" Carell.

Initial impressions: The studio itself is deep west (10th Avenue), in what looks like an industrial area, and the "Daily Show" set is about as big as it looks on TV (unlike Letterman). Oh, and Jon Stewart also has giddy teenage-girl fans who write song lyrics about him.

As for the Fresnan who hooked up the tickets, "559 por Vida" (as we'll call him) has just signed on to become a Fresyes correspondent. His opening essay (written during a drunken moment of clarity) will be posted shortly.

A few other tidbits:

1. I ain't lyin'. This shit was tasty.

2. This shit is rocking. Muse sounds kinda like if Jeff Buckley joined a metal/arena rock band, but that description's not really doing it justice.

3. My coworker sent me this link, and we spent a good half-hour deciding whether this is a real Web site. But once I saw the track listing for Who Let the Praise Out?" and the order form for "abstinence boxers," I made up my mind.

4. This is just like someone clicking the "Out of the Office Button" for you, only more permanent. It's morbid, but I've always wondered whether my surviving family will use my hotmail address book to send a mass email about me when I die. The idea is still not as ingenious as hiring people to secretly dispose of your porn collection after you kick.

5. More on mind-erasing services from Lacuna Inc.