When Random Thoughts Attack: post-weekend edition

• Should I buy the new REM compilation with the DVD and the outtakes? Or should I just download the drool-worthy outtakes? God knows I've given REM enough of my money, so I wouldn't feel too guilty about it, but there's probably some quality liner notes going on there.
• If I'd known I'd be meeting all those cute girls, I would have shaved. And how the hell do you turn a casual conversation with a bunch of people into a date request with one of them? That's a magic trick that I don't know.
• The Texan's loss bummed me out more than I thought it would, considering that I expected them to lose. Mario Williams looks decidedly average, and a waste of the #1 pick, even without considering Bush or Young. Dammit.
  
• At what point does "jazz fusion" lose the right to associate itself with the word "jazz" and be forced to call itself what it is: "crap"?
• I'll be dreaming about that crawfish salad sandwich for a good long while.
• It felt really good to catch up with my old friend The Pogues. God, they were amazing.
• Sometimes I wish I had gone to a big division I school, so I could hang out in bars and watch their meaningful football games.
  
• However much my lack of focus and ease-of-distraction may annoy the people who hang out with me, it annoys me about ten times more.
  
• "Smells Like Teen Spirit" shouldn't even be an option on Karaoke playlists. And after the rendition I heard this weekend, I'm not even sure I'll be able to comfortably listen to the original any more.
• The following things made my football-watching better: 1) my viking/provincial meal of a hunk of meat (salami), some cheese (feta), a hunk of bread (baguette, torn apart), and some olives, and 2) the DVR, which allowed me to ignore some of the stupid commercials that I'll see a billion times between now and February.
• The piper playing "God Bless America" in Dupont Circle this morning affected me a little more than I would've thought it would.
  
• Insomnia stinks.