A Rare Moment

Today started early and got interesting just before lunch, when the following exchange took place:

N: What are you up to?

H: Not much.

N: Let's get weird.

H: I'm already there. Let's do this thing!

What followed was a lovely trip along scenic beachfront down to the ridiculously priced but astoundingly lovely beach village. Wondering through overpriced shops, eating just enough overpriced food, and enjoying the lovely, cool weather.

It was easy and fun. Driving back to town, I turned on the radio to catch some bad local stations and I felt something I haven't felt in a long time.

I felt content.

I wanted for nothing. I cared not what lay ahead. I rued not what lay behind. No headache, not too tired, not too nervous. Like the third bowl of porridge, I was just right.

An unfettered Hawk is a happy Hawk. Nice change of pace.

awful awful awful

Just awoke from the worst dream. I lost my temper and started shouting at people i knew in a restaurant. i went all out, stormed out, got stuck somewhere, felt awful about it.

it was just terrible. i feel yucky.

This Probably Only Works In Context

For me, this is one of the funniest things ever written. It's borderline genius:

I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT

NOT A ONE OF YOU BISHES WHO HAS BUTTHURT MY FEELINGS IS A PROPER JUDGE OF ME

OUTRAGEOUS
WHY YOU BISHES DO NOT DO CORRECTLY?
OUTRAGEOUS
I HAVE HAD IT TALKING WITH YOU BISHES WHAT DO NOT DO CORRECTLY

A CERTAIN FETOR ARISES FROM THE VERY BROWSER
I SEE THAT YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT ME AND NEVER DID

IT'S NOT JUST ME--I HAS BEEN BONA FIDE!

From a Reddit Q&A, by this guy.

[–]CitizenTed 1 point 18 minutes ago (1|0)

Can you see Obamacare leading up to Universal Single payer? IOW, is it possible that Obama re-packaged RomneyCare as a stepping stone to achieve the eventual goal of necessitating a single payer system?

[–]dave45 [S] 2 points 9 minutes ago (2|0)

It's hard to say. It would more likely lead to a system similar to what they have in Germany where the private insurance companies are highly regulated. Our problem isn't so much public vs. private for payers. It really boils down to the fact that health insurance companies operate like protection rackets because billing charges for most medical services are so high.


FUCKING A RIGHT!!!

JESUS WEPT

But Daddy Long Legs I Feel That I'm Finally Growing Weary

Of waiting to be consumed by you.

Had an absolutely lovely lunch with an old friend yesterday. Then a lovely evening with my lil sis and friends.

Majorly chilling with my three furry boyfriends right now. Got a lot to do, but trying to keep it mellow and give the bare minimum of fucks.

And this is just amazing. I guess that this is snooker, and that snooker rules are something like 9 Ball. What I know is that snooker pockets are hella narrow--it takes some real finesse to sink those balls. Imagine basketball hoops without the backboard.

This is beautiful. Impressive. And nary a "bad miss" to be seen.

I Need Sleeeeeeeeeep

I feel like I could spend 24 hours straight in bed (if my douchebag brain would let me).

Visiting is hard, yo.

ETA:

God bless Jimmy Kimmel. First Oldman, now Bandysnatch Cumberbund.

Go ahead, click play. You'll like it. Promise. ;)

My Deficiencies Are Many, My Advantages Few

For fuck's sake. I can't keep up with anything, and I'm on fucking vacation. Here's some stuff that happened, may my idiocy serve as a lesson learned for the rest of whoever.

• Hitting black ice at 70-80mph is a surprisingly exanimate experience. 
• 36 hours is way too long to be driving. Really. And probably most people shouldn't take more than one 5 hour energy drink per 12 hours. And it still won't stop your eyes from rolling back in your head. Coast to coast driving: just say no.
• I haven't gotten any speeding tickets while intentionally exceeding the limit. I did get one today on an infamous local road, not even trying to speed, with my mind on the best place to stop for soda on the way to work.
• Yeah, work. Who goes on vacation and gets a job? Se moi. No one in SoCal will look at me cross eyed. Within three days of arriving Eastland, two job offers. 
• In terms of family, I've an embarassment of riches. I often feel obligated to share my family with others, who have less/different/uncomfortable. Not because I want to, but because I feel that it's selfish to keep such things to myself.
• A 3 year got to first base with me. Even the children know I'm an easy mark.
• Two adorable little boys sat on either knee to listen to a story. I felt a great deal of love and comfort in that moment. It's nice not always having to play the heavy.
• I'm still unsure if it's healthy acceptance or dysfunctional apathy. 
• Some people get hurt beyond anyone's ability to comfort. Nowadays I try to talk less, shut up a lot more, and hope that does something.
• It's never safe to relax.
• The effort to prevent my medically induced Hulk-Outs may be turning me into a Vulcan. But without the math skills.
• How can you have a set of Bible trivia questions and not ask about the apocalypse? C'mon man. . . cut a brother some slack.
• On that note, next week has an American Serial Killers round. Failure to perform in this area ends in seppuku. (hah, totally spelled that right on the first try)
• Small towns are small towns. You know everybody, even if you think you don't.
• I categorically reject this head cold. 
• Due to a woeful lack of evidence, I increasingly suspect that justice is an entirely human construct and it is only our perceptions that lend any flavor of karmic balance to life.
• I terrified someone the other day. I wasn't doing anything I considered dangerous--I specifically would not have engaged in the action if I perceived danger. But I know too well the nail biting angst of watching someone endanger themselves. Upon realizing the situation, I stopped immediately. This story involves a pit bull.
• I like doggies and kitties.
• I like other people's children.
• I am so fucking tired. So very, very tired. I don't know how to fix it. I don't know what to do. I will just keep moving and hope inspiration strikes.
• Much to my surprise, we seem to be extending the No Fucks Given tour into the holiday season. This will either be glorious or disastrous. So until further advised, No Kosher Fucks Merrily Given is in effect.
• How do you get a nun pregnant?
• Dress her up as a choir boy.
• My backlog of bad movies to watch is getting alarming. Also, even my beloved Sam Waterston couldn't save Capricorn One. I'm probably going to hell for the O.J. jokes I made while watching it. But it evens out because it was so bad it killed off some of my precious few remaining brain cells.
• GODFUCKINGDAMNIT. This is a vexing development.
•  It's indescribably lovely to have people genuinely excited and pleased to see you.
• I loves my Bef. And Mini-Bef. And Dirty Bertie Jr and Sr.
• Dear Windows: PLEASE STOP "HELPING" AND "IMPROVING" YOUR O/S. BECAUSE IT ACTUALLY DOESN'T HELP. IRONIC, ISN'T IT? SO EFF WINDOWS 8.SHITE. REALLY. YOU EVEN FUCKED UP CONTROL PANEL? FUCKING WINDOWS DESIGN TEAM: HOW DOES THEY WORK?
• That Ancient Aliens shit hurts me in my logic. I'm all like:

Here's to keeping up the streak!

Goodnight all you beautiful creatures.

And Now. . .

. . . A moment to express my emotions, since I just had to lock all this shit down in order to navigate the treacherous freeways.

Dear Healthcare Industry,

Medicine Isn't Science

I thought that for a long time. But medicine is, at best, an art and at worst, blowhard negligence.

If anything untoward should happen to me, or if I should untowardly happen to anything else, I have a request:

Please sue the fucking shit out of every doctor who has "treated" me in the past 8 years. Find the most vicious lawyer you can and sue, sue, sue until they are run out of business. Some of them are nice people, but they are all a part of the machine erroneously labeled "healthcare." As cogs in that machine, most only serve to perpetuate the nasty cycle: under/overprescribed, assuming most women with any complaint are "just depressed," encouraging a culture of scalpel jockeys instead of preventative care, and most unforgivable of all, not listening to their patients.

I'm not stupid, not about this anyway. I'm not lying. I have been trying for so long, so hard, to follow all the rules to be "healthy." And you know what following the doctor's suggestions has gotten me? One organ down, persistent pain, internal scarring, and in the worst shape, physically and mentally, that I've ever been in my life.

First, do no harm: yeah, right. Harm seems to be all those fucks are capable of dishing out. Harm, indifference, deluded conviction, and gross negligence.

Sue them. Smear them on the web. Go on cheap trashy talk shows. Render them finally responsible for their actions.

I'm not kidding.

Like Letting The Air Out of a Balloon

I'm picking through my massive, yet never quite complete, medical records as I have One Last Doctor's Appointment to see if I can get any help for all the wonderful bodily ailments I have as a result of being healed. Oh Irony, you so crazy.

And I had a thought that I've never had before: what would my life be like if that biopsy had come back clean? What would my life be like now if I'd never had cancer?

I can't really think past that point. It seems strange that I never thought of it before. All I can imagine is the horrific stress of the day I got the diagnosis (soooo many things going wrong that day)--and I think, "Well, my sister and I probably would have had a better time during her visit." I do not believe I was ideal company during that time.

Isn't it strange that I've never even considered the alternative, what the past 2 years would have been like if this didn't happen? I'm sure that says something about me, but I'll be damned if I know what it is.

***********************

"Your Scar Looks Good"

I hear that a bit. It's funny.

"Your scar looks good."

I never cared about the scar, but it's quite a discussion point among the surgeons, nurses, etc. I got more unsolicited consolation and reassurance about my scar than I did for the cancer. Nothing about what would happen later.

It's funny because the only people who spot the scar are fellow thyroidectomy patients. Even though my scar looks "great" any thyroidectomy patients zone in on it like a laser. From People who know me to virtual office strangers have engaged me on the subject with no preamble.

I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains


my teeth have turned the wrong shape for my mouth

I'll take your part when darkness comes

Man, Art Garfunkel's voice is almost angelic at times.

Why do we so easily lose sight of goals that would provide relief and comfort? How can we know so much about what goes on inside of each other, yet still fail to create a system of mutual benefit?

Holy Moly Frijoles. I'm on a YouTube autoplay, and somehow I'm watching Phantom of the Opera with Sara Brightman and Antonio. Fucking. Banderas?

I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!

Blah Blah Blah

Some things have been happening. Some new. Some same. At this moment, I have very little desire to transcribe any of it.

Three year old's shoes on grown-up feet.

Then there was the time I did at home blood and saliva tests.

Seems like it should be easy, right? That blood did not want to come out.

"Just prick your fingertip" my ass.

Lancets were one use only. Until I Rewired It!

Spent a nice evening at Princess O's, with Lin and the KungFu C.

Rorschach Inkblots on Google. My friend tells me her young daughter "made inkblots in class. . . and one was an indistinguishable blob that was 'a scary fish that lives in the dark and eats little fish with his scary teeth.'"  I responded "I know that fish!" Then I produced this. Why am I not employed again?

Halloween happened.

LinLin made a scary spider jack-o-lantern.

Do. Not. Make. Eye. Contact.

AHHHH! It's coming straight for us!!

This happened. Two words: cocoa puffs.

Somebody got bit running errands today. Damn zombies.

We didn't just give out candy, we received goody bags from some adult ladies. I love the name of this church. Zombie Approved.

In sad news, we have a shirt that's up for retirement.

My Sunday church clothes.

A Swiss approach to shirt design.

Guess that's all for now. Leave you with this.

We've all felt that way, right?

I Have Loved The Stars Too Fondly To Be Fearful Of The Night

Sometimes a person's life is just full of shite. But that doesn't mean you have to spread it around.


The Old Astronomer
Sarah Williams

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, -- I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You "have none but me," you murmur, and I "leave you quite alone"?

Well then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I "have never failed in kindness"? No, we lived too high for strife,--
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, "Patience, Patience," is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,--
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

That's Life

It has been a pretty shitty scene around these parts lately.

However, right now I'm sitting in a balmy house in Venice Beach. The door and windows are all open. Cats are wandering in and out. The Chairman of the Board is singing about his favorite years while I lounge in a club chair made from the aluminum and leather of a WWII plane.

My friend blau is kindly fixing all the stuff I've hosed up on my beloved Mac, between light speed packing for his departure in under an hour.

It's strangely peaceful, this moment. I am grateful for that.

I Waited Too Long

And I missed my chance to say goodbye.

Nothing is fair. It really shouldn't surprise me anymore.


Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all
And the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action

What Can't Stay Goes Away

In his eyes I see the fear that only time can disappear, if only time would reappear--now's the time.
XO Mom, it's okay, it's alright, nothing's wrong.
The only thing that's real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful.
You're losing all your highs and lows, ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
When I get what I want, well, I never want it again.
Troubles I got on my mind; they don't fit no other person.
 Smoked too many cigarettes today, I'm not happy when I act this way.
So it is: the shorter story, no love, no glory, no hero in her skies.
There are promises broken and promises kept; angry words that were spoken when I should have wept.
And the battles were lost and the bitter defeat; there's a page where we fail to meet.
For the moment we're alone: she's alone and I'm alone, and now I know it.
Every day, every hour, I wish that I was bulletproof.
But you got away, didn't you baby--just turned your back on the crowd.
A man like me is dead in places that other men feel liberated.
What if what you do to survive kills the thing you love?
Wearing her face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
It wears her out, it wears her out.
When you love someone and it goes to waste, could it be worse?
Inside the doors are sealed to love, inside my heart is sleeping.
One day I am gonna grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless.
Just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl. 

Feelings Are Mentionable And Manageable

Why are there so few people who really care about children, and the adults that children become?

Fred Rogers earns PBS $20M. Best. Fundraiser. Ever.


I had forgotten that he liked us, just as we are. Why didn't we form a religion around this guy?

Jeremy Effin Clarkson

Watching TV for the first time months, run across a Top Gear episode.

Clarkson has hooked up a V-8 engine to some kind of industrial mixer. Into this mixture he has placed raw beef, Tabasco, some brown drink, a cement brick, and some other stuff.

To activate the mixer he turned a key. To increase the mix speed he had an accelerator pedal.

James May actually sipped some of the final concoction.

This show is insanely awesome and awesomely insane.

Chestnut Brown Canary, Ruby Throated Sparrow

It's weird what you wake up with in your head.

I think this is the part where I'm supposed to talk about how some people really don't seem to understand what's going on in my life. Because if they did, surely they wouldn't treat me the way they have.

But I don't want to spend another post whining about my life. It's hard to express, but I am super stressed out--I'm very much on the edge. I guess either it's hard to tell that, or people just don't believe it. It's pretty rough to get lectured when you thought everything was okay, you were planning responsibly (or so you thought), and you were really focused on having a good time with your friends.

In other words, I know I'm a fuck up. I really don't need anybody reminding me of this. I live it every day.

I have to give a shout-out to Handy J, who gave me some awesome, sage-like, and deceptively sweet advice.


another night slips away
in other words i should say
there are no words he should say
there are no words

JUSTICE!!!!!

If you seek to fuck with elderly, then you seek your doom.

I wish this would happen every time some jerk goes into road rage mode.

They Want To Control Your Interwebz

Please be aware and pass this along. Greedy companies trying to make more money.

Imagine if your Internet service was like cable---in the sense that there are certain "packages" and some things aren't available depending on price, location, and whatever kickback deals the telecom services have.

NO NO NO

Those greedy fuckers have rights and liens and licenses and fees on everything else---the Internet needs to remain content-management-free.

Spread the word. And also: fuck Verizon.

Not My Best Planning

Perhaps I should not have stayed up all night.

However, I did get to rewatch Equilibrium and get my first viewing of the seminal Tuff Turf.

It honestly made for some of the most satisfying media I have consumed in some time.

Today...ugh. Today.

This Made Me Smile

Jerry's living the good life. I wish I could make a living out of driving my pals around and shooting the shit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gie3_zjbF7s

Verizon Continues To Suck, Wants More Money For Sucking

When will rich enough ever be rich enough?

http://www.infoworld.com/d/the-industry-standard/verizons-diabolical-plan-turn-the-web-pay-view-226662

Not only are Verizon horrible to their current customers and quite likely engaged in illegal bill generation and collection practices, they want you to pay them more for their douchebaggery.

I can't even think about this, it makes me so angry.

Please post this info around. Your internet is a service you pay for--and it's also one of the last bastions of communication that isn't totally driven by big interests and sponsors.

Oh Shit, We Got Old

I could go on a nostalgic, bittersweet rant right now--this brings up so many memories.

I wonder if the person I was would find anything familiar in the person I am now.

I wanted to believe that the truth is out there, but everything dies. Except Scully. She never dies. ;)

X Files--20 Year Anniversary

I Wish Someone Had Said This About Me

I wish that I was this kind of person. A brief look at Jim Henson, Muppets, booze, and the "elegance of kindness."

I'd Go Out Of My Mind But For You

There are lots of things to complain about when you awake at 4:30 am, on travel, with a painful throat and nose thing going on.

What is wonderful and fully incapable of being conveyed through standard photography is the enchanted domed sky in the still-dark backyard. There, in the last slice of shadow before the day awakes, the moon is a razor thin crescent and Orion sprawls across the sky and it is like the whole universe has been spun into a ball and laid at your feet as the ultimate gift.

And because it's too damn beautiful you can't accept the gift, so you give it right back. Later, after the dazzle of starshine has faded, you will think how lucky it was to dodge the bullet of being responsible for all that glory.

Labor Day Weekend at the Cats, part the first

11:36 AM to 4:49 PM

344 miles

Trip time: 5 hours, 13 minutes

This angers me, as it is over Google Maps estimated time. And I was hauling ass   driving quite well.

Also: this is a silly place.

Fuck Verizon

Seriously.


This problem exists for a service I never even had. Verizon just skipped past that little bit of info and turned me over to a collections agency that's been calling my house constantly.

Complete idiocy under the cut. Names were changed to protect the incompetent and bitchy.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck those fucking fucks.

And the asshole hung up on me.

You Stop To Wonder But You Never Know

How did I screw up my life so thoroughly?

Definitely hitting a slight bump on the NFG Tour.

It's funny how one thing tips over and causes an avalanche and you realize you are in Deep Shit. When stuff like this happens it makes me believe that shit was fucked up before and I was just too stupid to notice.

So yesterday I received a letter from my bank, with whom I have two credit cards.

In this letter, dated March 4th, they informed me that my credit had been reassessed and due to this my APR would now be 17.99%, effective May.

Please note: I received this letter August 11th. There was a small note attached saying they had tried to mail it before but the item was returned.

I moved into my new place on April 1st, with forwarding service left at my old place (all 5 miles away). I got the addresses changed on all my accounts over the next 2 months.

So, I go check my account, bewildered and still figuring everything out. My "amount due" came in at about 1.5 times the normal amount. There are suddenly these "payment counseling" options next to my accounts.

I can't even express how fucked up this is without descending into a Black Rage.

So, they reveiwed my history, which would show that I've been unemployed for quite sometime, but have never missed payments and usually pay Over the amount due. Sooooooo.... the logical thing is to assess a person's state, and if they are in financial distress then charge them more???!!

I've seen this before. It happened to my parents, twice. People who don't pay are written off and people who pay are hounded and penalized. This is what happened with the Houston oil market crash and to a lesser severity but wider area during the recent housing bubble.

I don't even want to get into how the bank failed to contact me about this thing that I'm legally supposed to have the choice of rejecting (cancelling the cards and paying off the debt at the original rate).

I keep opening up to the Universe and trying to foster positivity, and the Universe responds in pretty much the same way these days.

Whatever. The world continues to piss on my dreams and hopes. It's not even newsworthy. Will update when I replace my self pity with no F's being G'd.

Checking In

The almost white noise of traffic, one street off a main drag, filters in the screen door along with sunlight and a light breeze.

It's another ridiculously beautiful day in SoCal, with Handy J singing an interestingly Country/Western themed melange as he does the dishes in the kitchen.

Returned from a trip to Denver--another location with beauty and nice weather to spare. I was lucky to escape there with my possessions intact, as my compatriots were of the rascally sort.

On this trip I learned it is incredibly hard, if  not impossible, to make sexual harassment charges stick against people below the age of five.

Which is a shame, because those little buggers know it and there's some real shady stuff going on out there.

If she no lika your answer, she eata your face!

I'm sure everybody has seen this, but just in case. This is we can show the aliens to stop them from wiping us out. He's Earth's only hope:

http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-collections/428467/surprise-guests

That's one damn catchy song. Save us SCobie,  you're our only hope.

Visiting with the Woosters made me realize how much I like kids and cats. I actually love them.

I miss them when they aren't around. I just don't love them enough to have my own. Other people's will suffice.

The Wolverine was a fun movie. Hugh Jackman is so immensely likeable and pushes the limits of belief with the physicality he brings to the role. (Physicality = 889793243234j937 lbs of muscle).

I continue to be delighted and a little awed by how Marvel is pulling all the threads of their movies together. Their universe is so disjointed, in terms of who owns rights to what. And yet. . . there's always that cameo or that end credit scene or that Stan Lee appearance.

By the way, did Stan Lee appear in The Wolverine? I don't remember seeing him. The movie itself was a competent update to the original Wolverine mini series involving his time in Japan.

I would like to take a moment to protest, again, that the Origins official back story of Wolverine blows. I was so disappointed when I got those comics. They got it all wrong, destroyed the mystery, limited his experiences, etc. Fanboy wank.

But seriously, how much cooler would The Wolverine been if set in feudal Japan(AS THE BABY JEBUS INTENDED) and he was a samurai? If you don't think that's cool, then we probably shouldn't hang out.

I'm on a new med regimen which has me pinging between hibernation sleep and carsick jitters. Bleh. I'll document my travails for posterity some other time. For now, I find myself in the wacky world of self medication and monitoring. Which, as I pause to reflect on it, has kinda been what's been going on all along. Hmm.

I have so much to do, and you know what?

The NFG Tour continues!!!!

 In a world. . . where no Effs are Geed. . . what becomes possible?

See Angels Dangle By the Seraphim

I know that the world just clamors to know what's on my mind, going on in my daily life, etc.

Since my musical taste is ~so~ influential, I thought I'd post a playlist.

Now, this playlist was made somewhere around midnight or 1 a.m., after a long day, in a sort of frenzied fog of getting ready for an appointment the next day. I field tested this for the first time at said appointment.

Until replaying the list in my car, I didn't realize how many songs I'd put on there.

Without further ado, I give you: Blue Steel.

Five String Serenade	Mazzy Star	Mr. Brownstone	Guns N Roses
Feel Good Inc.	Gorillaz	Murder By Numbers	The Police
Evil (Is Going On)	Howlin' Wolf	My Favourite Game	The Cardigans
Everything She Wants	Wham	My Wife Things Your Dead	Junior Brown
Encore: Nessun dorma	Carreras, Pavarotti, Domingo	New Amsterdam	Elvis Costello & the Attractions
Elegantly Wasted	INXS	No Myth	Michael Penn
Eminence Front	The Who	Not If You Were the Last Junkie On Earth	The Dandy Warhols
Dyslexic Heart	Paul Westerberg	Nude	Radiohead
Dream Brother	Jeff Buckley	Open All Night	Bruce Springsteen
Don't Shed a Tear	Paul Carrack	I'll Wait	Van Halen
Don't Get Around Much Anymore	Harry Connick, Jr.	Is She Really Going Out With Him?	Joe Jackson
Displaced	Azure Ray	It's Not Unusual	Tom Jones
Discotheque	U2	Kick Some Ass	Stroke 9
Delia's Gone	Johnny Cash	Love Child	Diana Ross & The Supremes
Come a Little Bit Closer	Jay & The Americans	Onion Soup	Vic Chesnutt
Cocaine Blues	Johnny Cash	Polyester Bride	Liz Phair
Bring It On Home to Me	Sam Cooke	Polythene Pam	The Beatles
Breakfast in America	Supertramp	Pretending (Live)	Eric Clapton
Big Night Out	Fun Lovin' Criminals	Prophecy	Remy Zero
Bernadette (Stereo)	The Four Tops	Road Trippin'	Red Hot Chili Peppers
Badfish	Sublime	Saline the Salt Lake Queen	Rasputina
Add It Up	Violent Femmes	Sabotage	Beastie Boys
Glory Box	Portishead	Seven Nation Army	The White Stripes
Got Me Under Pressure	ZZ Top	Seven Seas Of Rhye	Queen
Have You Forgotten	Red  House Painters	Shelter From the Storm	Bob Dylan
Hell	Squirrel Nut Zippers	Sherry Darling	Bruce Springsteen
Hello Goodbye	The Beatles	Shoop	Salt-n-Pepa
High Speed	Coldplay	Sister Havana	Urge Overkill
Home	Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros	Smooth Criminal	Michael Jackson
Hook	Blues Traveler	Standing on the Corner	Dean Martin
How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Can Have Me)	Spin Doctors	Straighten Up and Fly Right	Nat King Cole
(I Know) I'm Losing You	Rod Stewart	Supervixen	Garbage
I Was Made to Love Her	Stevie Wonder	Sway	Dean Martin
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)	The Proclaimers	Tesko Suicide	Sneaker Pimps
I'm Your Man	Leonard Cohen	There's No Home For You Here Girl	The White Stripes
I've Got To See You Again	Norah Jones	Trouble	Over the Rhine
Immigrant Song	Led Zeppelin	Try a Little Tenderness	Otis Redding
Insane In the Brain	Cypress Hill	Uninvited	Alanis Morissette
Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)	Marvin Gaye	Violet Hill	Coldplay
Jump Around	House Of Pain	War	Edwin Starr
Kiss That Frog	Peter Gabriel	Wax Ecstatic (To Sell Angelina)	Sponge
La Grange	ZZ Top	We'll Be Together	Sting
Lemon	U2	When the Levee Breaks	Led Zeppelin
Little Red Riding Hood	The Coasters (aka The Robins)	White Blank Page	Mumford & Sons
Lost!	Coldplay	White, Discussion	Live
Love Unlimited	Fun Lovin' Criminals	Up On The Hill	Fun Lovin' Criminals
Magic	Bruce Springsteen	Walls (Circus)	Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Mama Look a Boo Boo	Harry Belafonte	What'd I Say Parts I & II	Ray Charles
Mambo, Italiano	Dean Martin	You've Got to Hide Your Love Away	The Beatles
6 Underground	Sneaker Pimps	#1 Crush	Garbage

Yeah, I need to get a job.