Every time I'm about to write off as nonsense the conspiracy theory that says that world events are actually being orchestrated by a secret group of right-wing, fascistic reptilian aliens, I look at a picture of Tim LaHaye (he of Left Behind cash-cow fame) and I think, damn, that dude looks like a fuckin' lizard. Seriously. Imagine him green, naked, and squatting next to a twig in a musty aquarium in some stoner's apartment.

Queued up for this morning, because what feels like a neat quarter of my brain has been precisely and chemically removed (OTC allergy medication)…

CDs I cataloged today, with comments.

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Freaky Friday OST - I get the feeling that a meeting was held one day, and at this meeting, it was very carefully and calculatedly decided that Lindsay Lohan was to Become Famous. Because, hell, as I remember it, she went from damn near obscurity to Total Media Saturation in the space of, like, a week. Also, I'm sure that Jamie Lee Curtis' piles of cash are easing the pain of appearing next to the words "Bowling for Soup" quite nicely.

Grammy Nominees 2005 - You know that gag on the Simpsons…

Queued up for the afternoon, because I've got ~3 hours of horrible, repetitive work ahead of me (I do not want, necessarily, to process five thousand DVD full-screen copies of Joel Schumacher's Phantom of the Opera; I want to go home and play Psychonauts) :

-Sound-Dust
-Elastica
-The Fall - Slates

A good hint for quality viewing is to see what Good Morning America's Joel Siegel says to do and then do the opposite.

Cataloging a book called North American Hunting Adventures - with a title like that, and chapters with names such as "My Own Knife Almost Took My Life" and the crowd-pleasin' "I'm Glad They Got My Scent", I know once again that I have to move the fuck away from here - I see a bizarre little bit of text on the title page verso:

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The North American Hunting Club offers a line of hats for hunters. For information, write: (Address, etc. omitted)

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OK. What? What could possibly be the logic here? "I liked the book, so I thought…

That Jimmy Buffett can be described on the dust jacket of his latest novel as a "#1 bestselling author" and "master storyteller" is bad -

That the title of said novel is in fucking Comic Sans is worse -

That it opens with a quotation from one of my favorite books, The Little Prince, is ARRRRGH

I listen to an mp3 player more or less all day at work; what I do requires so little human contact, I could almost do it from Antarctica without hitting a snag. The downside to this is that my mp3 player (a Rio Karma - a damned shame that these never lived up to the "iPod killer" buzz, as they're terrific little devices whose joystick / clicky scroll wheel design I actually prefer to the "you must be this hip to ride" iPod) doesn't report back to Last.fm.

What I listen to at home, and what I listen to while…

An example:

This is the text from the back of a DVD (donated to the system by Lord only knows who) I just processed, transcribed exactly as found on the original.

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Every Sunday night the family would hunker down in front of the TV set and join the Cartwrights for an evening of action and good time fun. Bonanza was a TV Show that the entire family could enjoy together. It taught us truth, justice, and down home family values without being syrupy sweet. It was also one of the first TV shows brought to you in living color,…