Some velvet morning when I'm straight

Ah, readers. You're going to have to give me a few days to catch my breath. My life is in Serious Change mode right now, which you're welcome to imagine as as a special-effects masterpiece, with me writhing on the floor, covered in glowing slime and growing mutant parts, like wings and antennae, and I'm screaming in pain as this bizarre and horrifying new form takes hold. It's not much like that, of course, but some days it feels like that.

Where your patience comes into play is that single-subject posts are going to be hard to come by. My mind is wandering way too much, often in directions that it shouldn't (namely: the past), so focus is precious these days.

So, miscellany:

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If you're looking for a good reality show that reminds you just how low a human being can go, you could do worse than Rock Of Love, the show where Brett Michaels of Poison "fame" tries to find love amongst a group of skanks that he's sharing a mansion with. In the 45 minutes I've seen of the show, I can say with all conviction that there's no better place to see the delusion that blurs the lines between love and lust. The girls all claim to want Michaels for his personality and Michaels himself? What a piece of work. In one moment, he says that he's always had a soft spot for strippers, and then tries to pass it off as a deep caring for their plight. As a matter of fact, he tries to pass almost everything off as deep caring. It's a trainwreck. You gotta watch it.

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I was looking for a new book, and so I turned as I always do to a post a year ago where I asked you all for recommendations. The comments on this post reminded that you bunch are brilliant. You're hilarious and insightful, and I always love those threads that get lots of comments, not because it somehow justifies this page, but because I love the conversation. Hell, if I had my way, each and every one of you would have a page exactly like this one.

I know it seems a little desperate and sad to beg for comments, but I love it when you say what's on your mind. This page has survived for as long as it has mostly because it's become a great way to keep in touch with people. So I just hope that, whenever you have something to say, you don't hold back. The audience here is small, and it's the thoughts that count. Don't worry about crafting them, and don't think that whole groups of strangers will see it (trust me: you know most of the audience), just...at long last, say it.

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I've finally started watching Flight of the Conchords and it's as funny as Nicole and Christian claimed it to be. The deadpan delivery of often-corny jokes is fantastic. Maybe I need to just count the pennies and go ahead and subscribe to HBO.

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At down moments in life, some song always comes along whose cheering powers can't be denied. Thank you, Junior Senior:
"Can I Get Get Get":