My voice is almost gone. It's good that I'm getting deathly ill before the busiest week of the year at work. That makes me feel good.

Jill Tracy's Evil Night Together and Fernando's The Jackal are two songs that have impressed me in the past week. I like both of these a lot. However, the album of the year for this year is already a lock. Triumph The Insult Comic Dog has a CD out. All others will bow. (Wow?)

If you're feeling guilty about all those mp3s you downloaded, just send them back. Do the right thing.

What was life like before the Interweb? I lived it, but I can't quite recall it. It's all fuzzy and grey. Where did I turn to when I wanted to do stuff like learn how to say the word "cow" in 539 languages or figure out how much I could get if I sold myself or buy chocolate in the shape of coffins or communicate with my future self or figure out whether or not I'm John Stamos? How did I do all that? I can't recall.

It has really enriched my life, though. Before, I was just an always-broke fat loser at a dead-end job. Now I'm an always-broke fat loser at a dead-end job - but with awesome random chicken power!