We're still having trouble adding Jimmy to the blog. And Paul's dead, I heard. Although I wouldn't know. Granted, they probably don't know whether I'm alive or not either, considering that I was in Jersey for the weekend and failed to meet up with them. I was actually at home for a grand total of 20 minutes not counting sleeping gents - I do hope you'll forgive me.

Speaking of Paul, I purchased Ikaruga for the Gamecube solely based on his recommendation. Actually, it wasn't much of a recommendation at all. He said "Ikaruga - REZ for the Gamecube." That folks, was all I needed to hear. I really do hope that Paul actually is alive, because maybe we could play two player or something. That'd be h-o capitalized double tizzy.

I've listened to the new Riverdales album about 500 times today. Granted it's only about 23 minutes long - but that's still a relatively large amount of spins, I'd say. Take the golden oldies feel of the first record, combine it with the drive of 'Storm the Streets', throw in some Ramones-like spookiness to the vocals, and you've got 'Phase Three'. I'm impressed. I'm hooked. But I guess that's what happens after you spend two years listening to stuff like The Microphones, Notwist, etc. A good pop record tends to jump out at you amongst all of that artsy shtuff.

I work on the yearbook staff here at Northeastern and I just completed inserting images from June's graduation ceremony. One of the images was of Brian Wilson receiving his honorary degree and he looks stoned out of his fucking mind. --