Revolver may be the best shoegazing band that no one (ie, me) ever heard of.

Haven't yet exited my über-domestic mindset. God help you if you leave your clothes on the bedroom floor or don't use a coaster on the coffee table.

I'm getting that upgrade bug with my car stereo. The Alpine touch screen head units are looking mighty nice ...

I just need an action figure of Professor Farnsworth from Futurama and the rogues gallery on my desk (Stewie, Mr. Burns, Professor Frink, and Dr. Evil) will be complete.

Editors are playing tonight at Popscene, and i'm pretty excited. Off to SF once "the sun goes down on a broken town and the fingers bleed in the factories. Come on out tonight, come and see the sight, of the ones you love and the ones who love."

I may be over the NFL. It's still good for lazy Sunday entertainment, but i am in no way compelled to watch it. I suppose i'm still good for the Super Bowl every year, but my weekly picks are going to get further and further off.

Kind of like the way i left my relationship with the NBA four years ago.

Speaking of the NBA, does anyone have sympathy for this nitwit fan who's suing the Davises for $1+ million for assault and slander? A privileged rich kid gets a dressing down (no beatings delivered) by an NBA center for harassing the player's wife in the stands? So he gets his daddy to find a hotshot lawyer so he can sue the both of them? What a crock.

Just as i'm beginning to like Santino, he's going to get booted off Project Runway. Dammit.

My Jetta has washed away all thoughts of a new car for me. Yesterday i had to drive down to Santa Clara then all the way back up to SF during rush hour, and thanks to Sirius and my iPod i quite enjoyed the whole trip.

The city has given me a tentative date for our sewer line repair: next Thursday. I'm finally getting the sense that things will be fixed. Although at this point i've given up and started doing laundry and letting the overflow accumulate around the clean-out line in our front yard.

Pitchfork's reviews drive me up a f@$#ing wall, and yet i keep going back to see what they have to say. I'm a butthead.