(of course, it helps when you've got Johnny Marr playing guitar ...)

I've had relations with girls from many nations
I've made passes at women of all classes
And just because you're gay, I won't turn you away
If you stick around, I'm sure that we can find some common ground

Sexuality, strong and warm and wild and free
Sexuality, your laws do not apply to me

A nuclear submarine sinks off the coast of Sweden
Headlines give me headaches when I read them
I had an uncle who once played for Red Star Belgrade
He said that some things are really best left unspoken, but I prefer it all to be out in the open

Sexuality, young and warm and wild and free
Sexuality, your laws do not apply to me
Sexuality, don't threaten me with misery
Sexuality, I demand equality

I'm sure that everybody knows how much my body hates me
It lets me down most every time and makes me rash and hasty
I feel a total jerk, before your naked body of work

I'm getting weighed down with all this information
Safe sex doesn't mean no sex, it just means use your imagination
Stop playing with yourselves in hard currency hotels
I look like Robert De Niro, I drive a Mitsubishi Zero

Sexuality, strong and warm and wild and free
Sexuality, your laws do not apply to me
Sexuality, come eat and drink and sleep with me
Sexuality, we can be what we want to be

... because I've been sick the last three days. One of these years I'll try out those flu shot dealies. I never thought I'd say this, but I was dying to come to work today because I was actually tired of doing nothing but playing video games all day long. Who'd have thunk it? I finished Grand Theft Auto: Vice City on Monday. Well, finished in the sense that I completed the final storyline mission. I could still play that game all day long. That last mission was a bitch though. To all those who are familiar with the game: I'd been itching to knock off Lance Vance since I first met him.

I'm up to about 70% completion with Metroid Prime. This game keeps throwing new effects at me that have me going, "whooooaaaaa". My new favorite is when a bright flash (such as a missile) flies in front of your face and just for an instant, you catch a glimpse of your own reflection. That freaked me out the first time it happened.

Oh boy ... Splinter Cell, here I come!

Music? There's something out there besides video games, you say? Let me compile my "Best of 2002" list for you. It begins with Coldplay, A Rush of Blood To The Head, and ends with Doves, The Last Broadcast, and there's nothing in between. Seriously. If I adhere to the strict rules set forth by Excellent Online for year-end lists, everything else I've occuppied myself with this year is excluded. Honestly though, those two albums really took me by surprise. Coldplay was a band I blew off after hearing "Yellow" for the thousandth time. After Veronica bought their debut album Parachutes, I gave it a half-hearted listen and was amazed. But for some reason, the same thing happened when their sophomore effort was released ... I just wasn't interested. Until I heard the song "Clocks", which is far and away the song of the year. Doves are a similar case: I lumped them in with the "new britpop" and didn't pay attention. Now I'm finding I need to be more open to experience (as Veronica keeps telling me). "Words", "Here Comes The Fear", and "The Sulphur Man" are all wonderful.