I have a picture of a duck jumping. I miss ducks.

Bonus coverage:
Okay, we're back. It's now Monday.

So this morning as I was taking in the garbage cans from the curb, some driver on the road nearby honked and stuck thier middle finger out their window at me. I was surprised, because I sure can't remember doing anything to anyone that would warrant such a response. "Wait a minute.." I thought to myself, "I'm a fairly nice guy." Dejected, I walked up the driveway.

That reminded me that once an arguement or altercation gets to "Hey..fuck you!"...there's nothing better. Thats about as high as it can go. What comes next as a comeback other than another 'fuck you"? My experience with the random flipoff this morning has me scratching my head because not only did I not do anyhting to piss them off, but they couldn't even be a good sport and start off with something a little lesser on the scale of arguementative expletives. Maybe I should have gotten their plate number and followed them home with a bat.
Insert a 'just kidding' expression here. Heh.

Is "formulaic" a bad word? Maybe. It can be. A formula, in the hands of the right mad scientist, can be a panacea
for boring art or music or even a better bug bomb.

In the pop music world, you could call all of the Ramones songs formulaic or Beach Boys songs the same, but i don't think that really detracts from them at all.

Trying to make something with constraints built in can be oddly liberating, as backward as it sounds.

It's like an art teacher telling you to use only two primary colors in an entire painting. A good artist would be able to use those two colors in a such a way that would be interesting, creating shades and utilizing the full potential of what they are given.

Ok, this is a half-thought out entry. I think I will be back with a shovel and pickaxe to finish this.