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Well, I loaded up my mp3 player this morning and I couldn't get past the first track, from "From The Attic." I just kept listening to it over and over again. It was like... it was like being in high school again. The good part, the summer break between sophomore and junior years. Hanging out with friends and not having to give a damn what the cool kids thought since school was out. Riding in Gene's Kharmin Gia at a million miles a minute down country lanes so far out they didn't have street lights while Roger Waters's Radio Kaos played on the tape deck. Midnight runs to Dunkin' Donuts.
God. I thought I'd locked all that stuff away, in a trunk, and put it in cold storage. This was before I'd become self-consiciously stuffy, before the drinking, before everything. Back when we were young, and we were "those guys", the freaks, the nerds, the geeks. And we were having the time of our lives.
I miss the eighties sometimes.

My ears feel dirty...

There's a LOT of stuff out there in the realm of the podcast.
I've been hearing about Air American and how it'd be a counterpoint to Rush & Co. so I thought I'd try one of their shows: "Morning Sedition". I love NPR, and I thought, how cute... it's a even more liberal version of the news.
Nope.
It was a liberal counterpoint to Rush all right. Ranty, annoyingly so. Almost frothy. What I'd love to see is a rational, collected person as an anti-Rush. Case in point: Terri Gross on Fresh Air. She had O'Reilly as a guest and she asked him some journalistic questions and he got defensive, then shrill, then went with ad hominem attacks, then he finally walked out of the studio. Since the shows are taped via phone, he where ever he was and her in Massachutes, I think, she's left saying "hello? hello?". It's pretty funny. Not as funny as Gross getting flustered then annoyed by Gene Simmons of KISS. Gut bustingly misogynistic. Interestingly enough, Simmons did not give permission for NPR to make available the audio or transcripts after broadcast... but you know, nothing REALLY goes away on the internet.

One more damn podcast post...

Coverville. Ok, I can handle Michelle Pfeiffer singing My Funny Valentine- tho the Matt Damon rendition will always have a special place in my heart- and Mel Torme doing Sunshine Superman wasn't THAT bad. But...
oh, lord...
the horror...
Pat Boone singing Metallica's Enter Sandman. It was just wrong.
So
Very
Wrong.
Turning the mp3 off, at least for a few hours...

Do I look like I have to pay for it?

Ah, Cops. I haven't seen it in far, far too long. The witty banter of the officers with the hookers. Screaming trailerpark rug rats. The Junkies.
Time to put Reno 911 in again
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I've know about Suicide Girls for a while now but I thought it was merely, well, girls. They've got interviews as well. Dita Von Teese is the most recent one. Ah, Ms Von Teese. The sole, single issue of Playboy I've ever bought, for her pictoral. She's burlesque, very old school. She was on... Letterman, I think, one night and she did her Martini thing.
Oddly enough, I ended up there following an article on the hush hush Matrix lawsuit.
I was there for the articles.
I swear.
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