San Francisco tiger attack ruled accidental, hilarious.

This year is lame so far.  Rex is about to make his way as a backup on some "other" team.  Bands I liked a year ago are showing up in car commercials and candy commercials.  The Tonebenders haven't played a live show in I don't know how long.  It's cold.  Eli beating Brady is the only thing possibly making watching the Super Bowl worthwhile.  Kobe is probably the only bright spot.  Silly rapester.

So that makes me want to make something.  Not another awesome TV show.  Not another awesome weblog.  Not another baby.

Music.

We have no talent, only a large batch of "better-than-you-idness" which can go far in this day and age (day = Sunday, age = 28).

Listen for it.  It's cumming.