Please help me to decide which show was the gearer

Since our last one-sided discussion, I've been both to the Atlanta Symphony and to a post-punk show. And I can't decide which was more way-out, to borrow a bit of the vernacular of yesteryear's youth.

The symphony was big time fun in that I learned that true long-hairs don't tap their feet to the music. At least not to music with no beat. And I also got to eat some cute bunny before the show since the Rabbit Ragout was the cheapest selection on the outlandish menu at the in-house bistro. But the post-punk was a veritable blast since I got to see a lady who looked to be an irascible middle school French teacher play heavy guitar. And I got to meet the members of some band called Wire. Though I somehow ended up with a tattoo of an elf chasing a pickle. And I mean no one at the old age home thinks that's very cool or funny.


My psychologist has cured me far too quickly for me to possibly have paid for much of anything that he wants at the yacht shop. And I think he might realize it after today's session. Actually, it's my psychiatrist who has the yachting magazines littering his waiting room but, as you may not know for sure but probably suspect, there's little place in blogs for the full truth. Anyway, he was pulling out all his imperiousness's stops this morning, yet I pwned him at every turn. I simply took his guff in the same measure that he's taught me to take others'.

I'll tell ya - that creep's good.

What's up with all you people that have yet to converge on my blog as your latest virtual Starbucks? Please do wake me when you get here for I'm saving something really juicy and probably totally untrue for just such an occasion.

Some gruff-but-lovable Germanic nitwit on the Swede Speed Volvo forum has figured out where on the printed circuit board of the S40 to tap for an auxiliary input. I've been wanting to do something very similar to that myself, but just didn't have the mettle. I actually wanted to tap into the input from one of the six CDs, but his method works in a pinch (read: is a better idea). Only thing is that he did it on the base stereo and I have the premium. I don't know what, if anything, this says about the practicability of performing the same suckectomy on my stereo, but I'm almost willing to find out.

Can you believe I had absolutely no Billy Idol on my iPod? None. Well, I personally oversaw the rectification of that oversight last night. Next I'll probably find that there's no Taco on there! And yes, that's a funny joke. For there's no way I'd run around without the benefit of Taco's seemingly limitless entertainment value. In fact, purely psychologically speaking, there's probably no way I could even if I wanted to, which I certainly would never.