T's play list

So I've really been trying to do a playlist that i'd take to an island. But I suck. K?

I made one for Tammy today. I stuck to the 10 song rule and here they are. I had to hit I tunes to get a couple of them because I know she really likes them.

Hard to Handle The Black Crowes
Can't Fight This Feeling REO Speedwagon
Woke Up This Morning (Chosen One Mix) Alabama 3
Keeping The Faith Billy Joel
Sweet Home Alabama Lynyrd Skynrd
In Too Deep Genesis
Last Train to Clarksville The Monkees
I'm A Believer Smash Mouth
The River Of Dreams Billy Joel
Let's Get It On Jack Black

I hope she likes it and when she plays it she wants to get up and sing.

Get What? Get Back....

It's near the end of the year. Really near. Like hours away in this particular time zone. So I feel like asking, "is there any way to make it more than a square on the calendar when you put this supermodel away for the new supermodel?" I never really 'got' those calendars. OK I'm not stupid I know why they sell, but they all looked alike to me so I never had one. I had the real deal on my wall when I was a teenager. Playboy. They were naked and they were up. My mom didn't give a shit and I think my dad was proud. He did make me take them down before the house got appraised once and I was so sloppy I left the tape corners up so it was clear to the man when came through something had been removed. You'd think paper porn would be dead. I mean you're reading this here on the internet right? Unless some dude printed it out and sent it you in prison in which case printed porn probably still matters. If you are reading this like most then you've gotten the popups. You know whats out there. You would never? Right? Ya right. I mean you never click them. They come up. You close them. In fact you were so offended you got a popup blocker so you didn't need to see those naked bodies again. Ya that would be bad right. Seeing naked people? gawd forbid. (OK for first time visitors I'm an atheist and that was sarcasm.)

Why isn't paper porn dead? It doesn't wear out. I don't think it does. Maybe I was doing something wrong? No. It gets boring maybe. I don't know. I thought it was dead until I went into a gas station (I don't normally go in them anymore because I do that pay at the pump with the credit card thing.) and I saw it. It's all in plastic now. Like you might catch something from them. Whatever happened to plain brown wrappers. That was sexy. Now they have the name in plastic selling it. Not the same. I guess they have to compete with the internet. I guess it's not dead because of the digital divide. Or maybe because people like it that way. Whatever the reason they must still be paying for it because it's still there. If there's a market then there is a way.

Wow that's a lot of blog about porn. It's the end of the year and I want to take stock and I'm talking about something nobody actually looks at. I mean nobody you'd talk to about it. Somebody is buying it, but nobody I know. I'm not a prude either.

So what really happens at the end of the year? I don't have a supermodel calendar and no I don't really want one even if it is 35% off because it's already January. That must suck. Trying to sell calendars after the first of the year. Every day your product gets worse. More stale. Sucks a little bit more. More has to be on the discount and you gotta be thinking why the fuck did I order all those supermodels anyway? They are all the same.

Someone should come out with a big ass supermodel perpetual calendar. I know fashions change so when you come around again to the "beginning". Can there be a beginning in a perpetual calendar? I mean when you start to repeat, smart ass. The swim suits will be different right?

Easy. Just make them naked. That doesn't change. gawd forbid. (more atheist sarcasm)

Sound Track Jack

So if you want a really kick ass movie then Lost In Translation rocks the world. I've said so before. The soundtrack however... well... it's not Garden State.

Garden state wins on the soundtrack side of things. It's a very close second on the film side. Maybe when I see my new DVD of it tonight (I hope it's actually delivered) then maybe it'll push it's way to #1.

Maybe

Holy shut eye

I actually slept last night. I think the drugs that were used to clear up my lungs/infection are finally exiting stage left. I managed to wake at 5:00 get up at 5:30 and out of the house at 6:00.

It's also nice to have my own voice back. It's not cool to have a frog lodged during the holiday season. Meeting some new people at various places and having my first impression on them be me trying to croak out some sort of polite greeting.

I even sorta ate yesterday. I think I'm really going to eat tonight because I'm hungry this early.

Life is good.

Oh we got seat...

heat.

I have to apologise in advance for my writing style (boy that sounds like even have a fucking style of which I do not) will become a bit more choppy. I'm reading Sock by Penn Jillette. His writing style in this piece has a certain rythm to it that is unlike other stuff I've read. I like it. I like so it will become part of me in some sick way. Right? We try to keep what we like and we ditch what we hate. We're just like that. See? It's a bit choppy.

We got seat heat. My beetle has fancy ass seats. They aren't just leather fancy ass. They are sport winged fancy ass. Oh I got seat. It was the main selling point of the car. It's sporty. It's not cute. I mean it. Not cute. It's silver and it has seat.

Those seats have wires in them. I got seat. Wires have current. When I set a dial to anything other than 0 I assume there is current. Oh we have resistance and current so we get heat.

Hot seat.

The thing is it might have current at 2 or 3 or even 4 but you wouldn't fucking know it. Certainly your butt doesn't know it when it's early in the morning and the switch is set on 3. Nada. Nothing. Maybe a little ass directed EMAG radiation but thats it. Heat? Not detectable by my ass on a cold day.

Five is another story. Five is off the fucking hook. Five will fry you ass and the eggs in your lap before you know it. I don't know if something is wrong or not with them, but five is heat. Oh we got seat. Seat heat. Fancy ass number 5 seat heat.

Too hot? Turn it to 4. 4 is good when you're hot.

So is zero. Zero is like 4. No heat? Nope cold ass.

5: Seat Heat.

What's next a six that has a microwave that heats you from the inside out?

I think the designers were upgrading for the next year and they went, "Our seat heat only has one and off. Our competition has 3 settins so we need more."

From there they adjusted the switch to say 0,1,2,3,4 which map to off and 5 which is really fucking on. Fucking seat heat. Owch.

This is mostly about nothing.

Mostly.

Seat heat.

I had a dream

In that dream I was a greeting card writer.

I wrote:

Just to be with you, I would ride a greyhound bus full of fat guys who brought their own salami
I'd take that bus all the to Miami.

OK my interpretation of my dream is simple.
1. I'm on drugs from my bronchitus.
2. I shouldn't stop writing software.
3. greeting cards (or copy writing for geyhound) isn't in my future.

Now this guy...

has great hands....

http://homepage.mac.com/tfrank8176/iMovieTheater14.html

Nice job, Tom!

Sports Fans!

The sun is shining. I'm feeling much better than the actual holiday as I was sick.

Had a great time last night hitting bone fish and barnes and noble. Feeling great today.

Special thanks to G and D for a great evening of conversation.

RIP

http://www.illusionz.com/mysterian.html

this just in....

family has follow through for bad behavior....

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6753901/

Happy Holidays

I'm still pretty sick, but the coolest present I got this year is I don't have to go to the doctor. I gots me a turkey in the oven. Up-side-down people.

I want you to try and put the commercial back in christmas, k? A little more santa and people a little less jesus ok? Just a little?

I should be careful though as everyone knows from the big lebowsky, "Nobody fucks with the Jesus!"

Happy Holidays er. Happy days off work for eating turkey and giving gifts. Pushing the economy forward people.

Ho Ho Holiday tradition done early

Yes folks this morning I was in the ER. Was I visiting? No because they don't make you take your pants off if you're visiting at least not last time I visited. I had a gown and a mask. It made me feel like some kind of sick (sick as in not right in the head, not as in asthmatic etc. which I was) criminal when I walked to xray with not one (no no) but two robes on. One in the front and one in back. The XRay tech who we won't name by name we'll call him not James (Thank you Deonn and by the way Deonn posted today, check it). Not James wanted to talk about the virtues of marrige while asking me to put my chin here, don't mind the lead and take a deep breath. I told him I'd been married 13 years and he incorrectly (but quickly) guessed I had been married in the 80's 91 actually. Not sure the Doc got *my* XRay but I'm sure he got the film fast. Also I think it was a digital XRay. I think I can order a copy of it If I wanted. Ya... NO.

Good news my lung (or maybe the woman's lung in exam 4) is not collapsed. Really? Good. I'm glad I didn't want to... well. die. They listend with the stethascope can't they hear if it's collapsed or not? Well it was streaky he said. Like not James had forgotten to clean the lense. No idea. I got me some drugs. No, none of them are "good". In fact I'd go as far as to call one of them "Bad".

So HO HO HO have a happy freaking holiday *cough* *cough* I'll post again before the new year. That is if the woman's lung in exam 4 doesn't collapse...

Sometimes

People say to me "Ah ha!" Maybe they found something or they figured someting out or maybe it's me saying it to me. Who knows? Look at them and say back, "Ha AH!" as if it means something.

Oh that's funny. Ha AH.

Who needs a trip to Florida?

You can come to rainy Washington on the shortest freakin day of the year for some election ... what is the word.. hmmm.

Well while I think of the word here's the link:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6740647/

oh ya...

BULLSHIT

Go Mo!

He solved the IPOD problem by hooking me up with his top 10 list. I love the shins.

Here's to slashdot!

Your desert island MP3's

They used to make you choose your top 3 pieces of vinyl to live with for the rest of your life. Desert Island Discs... Of course we've moved on to CD's on the radio contests, but technology has twisted this just a little more.

Now we rip burn and sync our way to music heaven in minutes. Missing my iPod today (shut up!) has brought a tear to my eye (figuratively) and a desire to post more because well there is no sound but my fingers hitting the keys.

So what playlist of songs would you choose if you could choose any track off any album anywhere. No not just what itunes has for sale. Anything off of any album.

What is the limit. I thought about 700Mb as that's what an MP3 CD will hold... but no... Who actually does that? I could say 20 GB as that is a nice average iPod. Too much. What crap do you have on your iPod that you never listen to?

It's not about the size, it's all about quality here people. If we make it too wide nobody will do it. If we go too narrow then it will be too hard. In this "give it to me now give it to me free and put a smile on your face while you're doing it" kind of world we can't make things too hard. Can we?

So you get up to 3 play lists (yes you must show the order)
of no more than 10 songs each
for a grand total of no more than 3 hours.

Maybe you just want your top 10 songs.

Comment on this post with your answer, if it's not too hard for you. Or if you prefer to stick it in your blog then just drop a link in the comments or send it to me and I'll link it as an answer.

I'm not going to list mine in the post for two reasons. 1. I don't have my ipod with me (again shut up, Dave) and b. I want mine in the comments as well.

Note to the privacy freaks out there: One you browsed here so I already know who you are. OK I don't, but that worried you for a sec didn't it? and c. You can list your comments anonymously but at least list a first name so when we make fun of you for your choices we have some moniker to point with. Otherwise you'll forever be known as the idiot who picked super tramp on their first playlist.

Ready? ... GO!

HO HO ... ya fuck you...

OK so I left my iPod at home this morning. (I can hear Brenner going, "Duuuude!")

I get to work late and my desk lamp burns out. It's extra cool because it doesn't just not come on and make me go, "Crap!". No no, It blinks like it might come on and then goes, "fuck you, I'm out."

Can I get one in our supply room. Um NO. For two reasons:

1. They are a forbidden piece of equipement. Yes halogen the whole elment is off limits. Why because some moron almost caused a fire with a 500 Watt one. Mine is 20 Watt. or 25 people. It's not that big a bulb. It's iddy biddy. Let me have one please?

2. Because there is nothing in the supply at all. Thats right to save money they took all the supplies out of the supply room. Ya it's pretty stupid. I've taken to calling it the "air supply" room. Because that's all that's in there. Air.

Ok the rant is complete... almost... fucking halogen bulb burn out mutherfucker...

how much do you think i'd get

if my car smells like a stripper...

http://tlc.discovery.com/news/afp/20041213/sofa.html?ct=9566.80756834434

I stalled it this am

I actually stalled my car this morning at a light. It wasn't a hill or nothing. I was right there at Thrasher's corner. The only thing that marks Mr. Thrasher's corner is the Thrasher's corner pub that has all you can eat crab on Monday nights. It used to have nothing but that pub, the safeway, the feed and tack store (The one with the giant fake horse out front. Why hasn't that giant fake horse been stolen yet? I ask you.) and the 7-11 that always had the cheapest gas.

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas there would be a cut down tree lot across from the pub. Donna's trees. I never met Donna but I guess I've bought some 6-8 trees from her. I guess that matches with the David Sedaris telling of some Christmas traditions in Europe where Santa is accompanied by 6-8 black men who kick the bad children. (See "Dress Your Family")

There is now a bunch of shit. Fred Meyer, Discount Tire (Who the fuck would ever go in there when there is a Les Schwab up the road a piece (that's my southern coming out. "A Piece" roughly translates into, "I don't fucking know how far it is just get on that road and go and when you see well then you've gone a piece up that road now haven't you!" and if you're in a bar (Like *I* would know) you tack on "mutherfucker" and if you're in church (like *I* really would know) you tack on "Father." ) It's actually up at "kennard Corner"... um ok How did I know that? Well I knew it was some corner but they don't even have a pub I've never been in so I had to go into streets and trips to find out.

Looking a little farther north I find "Wintermutes Corner" WTF? (That's What the Fuck for the TLA impaired. Isn't that cruel? For those of you who are still scratching your heads TLA is "Three Letter Abbreviation." NO it isn't ACRONYM (or anacronym for those of you who know who you are.) An acronym is an abbreviation that can be pronounced as a word. Acronym is not an acronym that I know of otherwise it would self referential and I would be right now rolling on the floor laughing my office.

This is like a Seinfeld post. Really not about anything, huh?

So what the fuck is Wintermutes Corner. I can honestly say I've been there many times. I think my son got kicked out of the McDonald there for not having proper foot wear in the playland. Now they come out and sell you socks. That was in his 5 year no sock wearing rebel years.

A little farther north we have "Murphy's Corner." Where did all these corners come from? Why don't they have pubs with all you can eat crab? I think in truth these were farms and these 'corners' were on these guys' properties. (Was that grammatically correct? No but you get what I mean and shit I used the phrase "up the road a piece" earlier so give me a break?) So was Thrasher his name or did he get rip shit drunk and start thrashing stuff when he ate all you eat crab? He was likely the violent one. Murphy well we don't know about him, but you know they all made fun of that "Wintermute" family who would not speak in months that contained an 'R' in the name.

Yes we're at the end and it's still about nothing... yup... I stalled my car this morning and look how far I got anyways...

Am I a gamer?

I was branded this today at work. Just because of my new hoodie? I don't think so. Is it because I got an extra Xbox? thats an XXbox. My wife has her own copy of Halo and an Xbox live account. Maybe...

My gamer tag (wait I just said that I have a gamer tag therefore... I am a gamer?) is TheJinx but Tammy's is much much better. Want to know what it is? Ask her....

The replacement hoodie.

I'm really torn about how to write this. I could write it as a confession. Forgive me blogosphere for I have sinned. Forgive me for I have: Sinned. (Thats with a capital S people.)

First off... before we get started... see the thing is...

Wait. Hold up! I think one of those is the next line in the whole catholic thing. Forgive me father for I have sinned it has been well forever since my last confession... the next line has to be one of the following:

1. See the thing is...
2. Well, what happened was...
3. See, there is this girl...
(Do you know how long it took me to narrow that down to three?)

So mine starts off today with, "Well what happened was..."

I was blogging before I knew the word. I just didn't know it. Check it. So when I got my blogger hoodie through a wonderful set of events I was thrilled. It came out of nowhere. Well ok it came from google, but hey I wasn't expecting it. It was only topped by my, "I've got great hands" T-shirt from the great folks at XBox Live Beta test program. I can't tell you how many conversations that one has started. Some of them were interesting but not fun. It is to them that I come home, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I had a hoodie
It was simply the best one
now the sleeve has torn

So I didn't put it on. I didn't mess with it. I wasn't stupid. I took it right to Tammy and with a look of fear on my face I asked her to fix it. She tried. She really tried, but as she took needle and thread to it it just eroded. Seems that when you get a free hoodie in the mail (and no I am not looking a gift horse in the mouth as this is a great hoodie, I still love it) it's not the highest durability. Again it was free so that works. The bummer is I can't even *buy* one in my size I'm not fitting into a S and I'm no XXL either. I'm an L. Just an L. Occasionally an M but you want the hoodie to hit you loose. You never know what you will have on under them. See this incident for proof. (Yes that link was a dirty trick to get more hits on my hit counter. As is this parenthetcial. Pray to the god of self referential evil humor mhwahahahah.)

Do I have any point at all? well no. Am I trying to garner cheap sympathy for my favorite garmet getting ripped? well ya. Do I have an ending?

yes I do.

Halo 2 has this great hoodie. It's high quality cotton blend and they had it in the L. I would post a link to where I got it, but since I got it from the company store, I can't. Well I could, but you couldn't browse it. (Well except for my peeps here at work and from the bus of course.) The digi Camera is at home so I'll try and scratch up a shot from Bill here in a few. He doesn't come in until he can blast Howard Sten into the hall. So it'll be a while. OK the bastard (he's from NY he's ok with me calling him a bastard, trust me.) is working from home so he can't take my picture with the hoodie on. Sorry. I'll do one later with the mirror.

Now this is a hoodie.

Is it a hulka burger?

OK so the counter is scary shit. First off it frightens *me* what it knows about *you*... ok not really. Nothing private just where you live your blood type the last time you hit the ATM and for how much not to mention all those pesky acount numbers that keep popping up. (OK if you don't know I'm kidding please email me I have some beach front property that I *need* to get rid of for tax reasons.)

The really scary thing about the counter is seeing what people searched on to hit me in google and then the fact that they clicked through. Hulka and Sgt were on the list. You can click the check below and see what's driving random strangers to my blog...

Crazy.

OK the actual list is:

1. hulka 1
2. yankee 1
3. sgt 1
4. candle 1
5. kmtt 1
6. hate 1

hate? yankee? candle? why yes I do. They stink. Literally. Evict them I say!

What is wrong with this picture? 2 things. 1 my phone is bigger than my mouse. 2 I keep grabbing the phone instead of my mouse. Yes the word "keep" implys I have done it more than one time....

my vanity knows no bounds

If you look at the bottom of the page you'll see s little blue thing. Thats a photo of my ever expanding egocentered blog nuttiness.

I got the idea off of the bloggoddess (see my side bar because I'm a lazy mutherfucker and I don't feel like pasting the link.) Yes I finally broke down and put a counter on. I used to be all high and mighty, "I write it for me and if it amuses me that's great." I put on aires that I didn't really care if anybody else reads it.

On one level, in fact thats true. I don't really care if you read it or not, I'm still going to write it. The idea of a counter started with the devil went down to Georgia post. Someone said to me something about me not liking being late. It got confused and said, "what?" and they related reading the blog. I said, "I didn't know you read that." She told me she read it every day and offered to stop. I'm all "No No read it all you want." as my ego inflated slightly... Then I started wondering how many... just how many people out there (you know who you are, but I, as usual, haven't a clue.) So the counter has shown that I'm pathetic so far this morning only one person has hit my blog. uh... me. Ya me. I was testing it out. Yes I admit I'm pathetic, I had to test it 3 times to be sure it was working... 3 times... all me. ya... me. me and me. Me myslef and I. If I were a Multiple personality disorder group (It's really insensitive (and could be dangerous if you think about it) to refer to a MPD individual in the singular. It's really not sensitive to their identity challenge, so be kind people and be sure to address that neighbor who yells at himself and answers back in a another voice in the plural)

anyways.

Where was I? Pathetic. Yes well I am. I added the counter and yes I'll be checking it. Why? I already told you, pathetic. I don't mean to imply that Jen is pathetic for giving me the idea her hits are in the 160 range. Thats anything but pathetic compared to my 3 that were well... all me.

What is the moral of the story? When you have "blog block" add a feature to your blog even if it's really ego driven and just write about that.

So if there is an organized back talk boycott at least I'll know about it now. Well on looking at the counter... again... I think there might be one on now.... shit.

P.S.: Also end your post with profanity it helps. Fuck.

When you can't chew anything else...

There are always chicken strips.

Ah the precooked fried brown goodness. A side of tater tots and you're good to go.

You ask, "But J.R. Doesn't eating chicken strips get monotonous after a while?"

I say, "yes"... Wait no.

See the essence of variation can come from the dipping sauce and the type of coke you put next to injection molded fake basket weaved textured cafeteria tray. Don't you think it's odd that cafeteria rhymes with diphtheria? I think the constitutional framers were onto something with the whole pursuit of happiness. It means you can pursue food outside the cafeteria. But if you can't chew anything anyway then fuck it.

So you vary the dipping sauces. Today I have catsup. No it isn't Heinz as they are a conservative cafeteria. Honey Mustard sounds like it would be a serious contradiction but so do chocolate covered pretzels. They are good as so is Honey Mustard. I want to invent a sauce that's "hot honey mustard" that will really freak people out. (Please do not comment with a bunch of links to hot honey mustard, k? Let me have my bubble. I can't chew I need something to cling to.) The be all end all of dipping is in the 57 sauce. It took me forever to figure out that Heinz 57 sauce was named because they have 57 varieties and apparently they ran out of names before they ran out of flavors. Either that or 56 varieties that the family tried out also didn't carry Ohio. (OK that was stupid, but I like it so I'm leaving it in. Imagine the shit that I cut...) What was number 56 if that was the case?

Flavor Engineer right before 56 was conceived: I Know! I know for 56 we could do Dill and Tapioca in a rich mayo base. Who's with me?

Nobody in the board room answered and our poor Mr. 56 was fired before he could ever mix up his dipper. (That has such food inuendo that Mr. Sandler should be proud.)

sad.

oh my eyes hurt

I'm reviewing a legal document for work and man I do not envy any editor anywhere. (You know who you are.) Man 30 pages of that thing and I'm drained.

And I thought my mouth was hurting.

I ripped my hoodie

oh I might have to buy another one... um no, they only have M and XXL available...
doh. Much dispair. Well not too much. I'ts just a little hole and I bet it can be fixed.

Zing...ER

I had my zinger during our feature team leads meeting yesterday. They are just twinkies with icing people. Why don't they call them twinkies plus plus?

I ask you...

Morning 520 funny

So on the road I like custom plates. I don't have them because I'm not clever. I laugh hard at people who have stupid ones, but I laugh harder at the good ones.

So I'm on the 520 and I spot one and I'm talking out loud alone in the car. Come on you do it too! I'm like Lick... Lick pl ate... licken plate... hmm... LICNPL8

License Plate... oh self referential humor... I fucking love it. I gave them the thumbs up but some idiot in an intrepid got in my way so I don't think the guy saw me.

Thats the 2nd best plate ever.

Next to: "NO GOD" which was ruled obscene, I hear, in NV. Yes as in the state that has Las Vegas in it. KNOW-GOD was just fine but get those infidels out of here we need our jesus and our odds. Where's the sports book?

Here's a "what if" for you

What if someone were manic depressive... you know bi polar.. but they were so dull nobody would notice. What would that be called?

Manic de-dullard.

No idea.

Looking forward to zinger Monday.

Ding Dong

Yesterday I confessed to never having had a ding dong. It's true. I haven't

So this morning Michelle brought me one. I'm about to eat it... I'm blogging in the present tense here people... ok hang on I'm gonnna eat it with tap water to drink. I'm not sure that's the proper way to do it. Michelle says I should have milk, but we're both too lazy to go to the kitchen and get some so tap water it is.... here we go... ding dong...


JR: "Wow"

Michelle: "see it has a creamy filling".

I'm surprized at the total encasment of chocolate (or chocolate like substance)

It's very devil's food and I'm pretty sure it'll never go bad... ever. Seems to lack organic qualities.

2 more bites...

Michelle: "YAY your first ding dong experience... you've been ding dong devirginized."

JR: "do you know what kind of hits i'm gonna get from google now?"

Michelle: "I love it"

crumbs now...

Michelle left but not before telling me that on monday I get to have a "zinger" experience....

For the record: The Ding Dong was quite good.

When do we move on to Ho-Ho's? (When did snack food get so... dirty?)

Out of the penalty box

David Sedaris is back on the readable list. I had a problem with one of his pieces and it turned me off so much that I had to stop reading him and I likely won't go back and read Holiday on Ice. It was his holiday letter and while I realize it was fiction and there isn't anything wrong with the piece it just didn't sit well with me at all.

So "Dress Your Family in Cordoroy and Denim" was so hilarious. It was so good I ran straight to target. Ya well I know what you're thinking. He shops at target? yes it's true. Why would I run straight to target? Well I was in St. George UT and it's that or walmart and we must all draw the line somewhere.

walmart... thats the line.

Yet another thing I love about my iPod

So this would apply to most MP3 players but since I hvae an iPod thats the one I love.

I have versions of playlists. When I really start to rebuild one I'll put a 'II' after it and it becomes cMF II or lMF II etc.

I then play the hell out of the new stuff on the II list.

Is this what I love? yes, but it isn't the "yet another thing."

The yet another thing is going back to the original is still music I love and music I haven't heard in a while (because I was playing the II version) and it's in the perfect order.

Am I freak? yes.

Moderation can be a good thing...

I love the sound track to "Garden State". I think you should get it. Yes you. I mean you. Right now.

However, don't listen to it straight for a week at work. It will depress you.

Everything in moderation, even moderation.

Or is this one better?

Fuck moderation! Life is too short; take big bites.

I dunno. You decide. Yes, you.