Headline fail.

Actually it's attendant.

However, at the end of the day I can't say sh*t because I always spell "independent" as "independant", although it's not so egregious an error when you aren't the headline writer at Boston.com.

Friends don't let friends drink and cycle....

Saw this bike parked outside Hollywood Liquors last night.

A 40 and no helmet.

Yes, I checked for both.

**Correction**
I generically call anything larger than 12oz a "forty". So to be very specific this is a 24oz can of Steel Reserve. Union made, for those who care.

The $62,000 handbag. Seriously.

The $62,000 Hermes handbag, which is pre-owned but never carried, begs the $64,000 question: who on EARTH would spend that much on a pre-owned,but never carried, handbag?

See, I am not even kidding. $62k for a second handbag. I guess not every area of the economy is entirely recessed.

Osama's last words....

"Damn you auto correct"...

Thank you Apple, for supplying a way to not only track terrorists, but to then assist foiling sleeper cell activation!

Has this ever happened to you?

So a couple of years back, like 3 or maybe 5, I woke up one day and found I could no longer stand both guacamole and The Doors, oh, and also the Rolling Stones.

F*cking weird.

I still can't eat guacamole unless it is really, REALLY good and fresh. I absolutely cannot eat an avocado plain without dry heaving a little. And if I hear any song by The Doors, it's like nails on a chalkboard. Just thinking about it now gives me the shudders. SO weird, especially considering that I never felt terribly strongly about them either way.

But interestingly I woke up the other day and liked the Rolling Stones again. Well, not everything by them, just a few select songs. Mostly the songs where Mick Jagger is clearly on drugs. Which yeah, is probably all of them...

It's the crazy sounding songs that I need in the morning these days.

Take "Monkey Man" for example, which opens with soft guitar and tinkling piano and the following lyrics: "I'm a fleabit peanut monkey / All my friends are junkies / That's not really true / I'm a cold Italian pizza / I could use a lemon squeezer ..... " before ending with Jagger scream-singing the word "m-m-m-on-kayyyyyy" over and over.

WTF?! But awesome. No one uses words like "fleabit peanut monkey" any more. I bet you all those words are code words for drugs... hmmm...

The other song that is awesome for waking up kicking and punching is "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" - the opening riff makes me want to do Steven Tyler-style high kicks. I am genuinely concerned that one day I will in fact high kick in public when that song plays on my mp3 player.

From Let It Bleed:

And from Sticky Fingers:

Yeah, music totally massages my cerebral cortex.