If your blog is titled "A Day in the Life," you need to stop. Don't stop temporarily, you know, to reexamine what it is you've been doing, stop permanently. You are painfully boring, utterly cliched, and there is no way anything else you might come up with would be any better. Stop, admit that you are a hack, and never blog again. I'm not saying that you can't do anything right, just that this avenue of expression is out of your depth. Stop now before you further embarrass yourself.

I watched several hours worth of Excel Saga over at the home of the Pikachu Tamer this afternoon. Prior to that, we talked for a couple hours, primarily, as is our custom, about music. Our tastes differ, sometimes greatly, but our views on music are nearly identical. He explained to me the technical difference between hard rock and metal and I tried to define the currently blurred line between punk and hard rock. (Examples are easy - Green Day is punk, Soundgarden is hard rock, Audioslave sucks ass - but definitions are hard.) As he has a large poster of Kurt Cobain, may he rest in peace, in his living room, we of course discussed Nirvana, which evolved into us making fun of jackasses who wear flannel in the Summer and sandals with wool socks in the Winter. For the record, YOU DO NOT WEAR SOCKS WITH SANDALS - EVER - IT DEFEATS THE PURPOSE OF WEARING SANDALS.

I had Wheaties for breakfast this morning. There is no better early morning reading than the back of a box of Wheaties; today, it was about Jesse Owens.

No new Teen Titans yesterday, curse it all.

Also, just so you know, there is no more inflammable substance on Earth than bunny rabbit. Blasted things go up faster than school buses. So, you know, be careful. This theory was developed in part by the Professor, the finest mind of ours or any age; so, you know it has to be true. Thanks to Avoid One Thing, the side project of Mighty Mighty Bosstones bass player Joe Gittleman, "the Bass Fiddleman," for first alerting us to this safety hazard in our midst.