computer screen, don't fail me now

Apropos of nothing I promised to post every day, here is a list of songs I am currently digging:

"I Found a Reason," Cat Power, Covers Record
"Think I'm in Love," Beck, The Information
"Boys in the Bathtub," Aloha, Here Comes Everyone
"Trouble with Dreams," Eels, blinking lights and other revelations
"Burying Song," Hem, Rabbit Songs
"Nothing Better," The Postal Service, give up
"The Book of Right-on," Joanna Newsom, Milk-eyed Mender
"She Moves On," Paul Simon, Rhythm of the Saints

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A small story: Last week, Other heard one Mr. Kevin Federline referred to as "K-Fed" for the first time, and found this so funny that he nearly required resuscitation. Once he regained consciousness and realized I was staring at him in puzzled horror, he asked, "Doesn't something ever just hit you as being incredibly funny?"

Well. People. I said no, but I spoke too soon, because at some point in the sea of football coverage we spent endless hours bobbing in over the weekend, I saw a commercial for Flomax.

It was your standard commercial for prescription drugs for old men; guy in fishing hat, soft focus, warm light. There was probably a golden retriever in there somewhere. Recommended for all sorts of bladder-related maladies, etc. etc. I was not paying attention until they got to the item in the list labeled "weak stream."

Weak stream!

"Yes, doctor, the ticker feels fine and the leg pain seems to have gone away, but I'm just not pleased with my stream."

I could have choked to death on my own tongue, I was laughing so hard. Weak stream.