I guess they're just the "Ramone" now.

Johnny's dead.

MNFV

My new favorite blog is that of Vanity Fair's James Wolcott. But you know me: I like the snark.

It lives.

You thought maybe I was gone for good? Fools! It takes a lot to keep me down. Maybe not like stake through the heart and a beheading like that Dick Cheney character, but a lot. Me, I've just been in the midst of a bit or a Life Assessment: friends, job, career, etc. Example: this Saturday night, I walked around one of the old, tony neighbourhoods with my girl, the mist rising from the ravine and that awesome smoky fall tang in the air. I realized that maybe I've been giving the while "being a grown up" thing short shrift. Maybe it's no so bad to be a little dull. Now, I'm not talking babies, suburbs, minivans, lawns and cancer here. But a little structure, some goals ain't such a bad thing to have. I've got a good job (well, good paying, anyway), yet nowt to show for it. All my money goes into my liver and expanding waistline. I've a family I see less and less, a great girl who occupies a lot of my time (not that I'm complaining) and a shrinking circle of friends. Like it or not, it seems adulthood is creeping up on me, whethe rI'm ready or not. Maybe it's time I put more effort into accepting some of these adult inevitabilities and less into trying to put them off.

Did I mention my birthday is in a week?

iPorn

I've got to get me one of these. How many songs can they hold?

What? Did you think I was talking about...oh. Oh dear.