Let's get Lost tonight, postscript

The votes are in. Thanks to the seven strong who clicked to be counted. That includes my Mom, despite her inflammatory rhetoric in the "comments" section and her questionable taste in T.V. programming. (She didn't like "Arrested Development," either.)

Anyway, the winner is "Lost." We started watching the DVDs last night, and my first impression of her first impression is that she's not as impressed as I thought she'd be. She wanted to stop watching after only two hours! Tremendous willpower.

So if there are any other Lost watchers out there, please don't spoil J's experience by talking about the *****, or how ***** and ***** die, or how ***** got ***** in his **********.

Plea from a cat named Jason

This morning the Hartford Courant published a CD review (third one down) by a certain somebody. A certain bald somebody, with a penchant for belabored and melodramatic prose.

Anyway, this particular album is very good, as is most of the Weakerthans' literate alt-rock catalog. So I am tickled pink that the band is playing the 9:30 Club on Sunday, October 28. (And don't worry, middle-aged rockers, it's an early show -- doors 5 p.m.) The opening act features the Last Town Chorus, fronted by Eric Danton afficionado and inveterate flirt Megan Hickey.

Tickets are only $15. Who wants to go with me? I'll be your best friend.