I reckon I better take advantage of YouTube before the copyright police sue us all and we're left with a site full of amateur Jackass clips and footage of the baby doing, OMG, the cutest thing ever! First thing's first--the video for this blog's namesake. Check out Babyface Partridge's righteous indignation at being forced to categorize his music. Rawr.

And in current pop news, it's nice to see someone benefiting from the fact that a) this has been a dismal year for music and b) no one's willing to pay for it anymore. If you want to sell CDs, you better target an audience that's under 15 or over 50.

It only took five weeks of listening to Time Warner's on-hold message (and leeching weak, unreliable signals from our passwordless neighbors), but we finally have WiFi. Feels good to be back.

Settling into our Brooklyn apartment has kept me pretty busy. I spent this week merging and alphabetizing our CD collections. It's satisfying to see the library filled out (those gaps in my Luna catalogue--gone!) and we have a lot of stuff to get rid of. (How often do two people move in together and have duplicate copies of Forest for the Trees?) But such a task brings up major questions. If you have two copies of an album do you keep the attractive , liner note-accompanied, store-bought version or the promo in the cardboard sleeve which takes up less space? Do bands starting with "los" go under L? What happens when we get more CDs, which we have absolutely no room for? So much on my mind these days.

Also: I still have nightmares about that scene where Constantine Maroulis climbs over the couch.