enough people have sent me this awesome mcsweeney's list that i now know for sure that the legacy of Noisy Upstairs Neighbor will live on through the power of the internets. good riddance.

woah, i had no idea guster had a new album coming out. i know it's not very cool to like them (though i don't know why), but i adore them, and uncle grambo's glowing review of their new lp has me excited. in addition to me about to put the new phoenix album, gnarls barkley and thom yorke (courtesy of the capps) on the ipod. it's looking to be a pretty good couple of weeks for music. time to start making a party mix!

don't forget: charles, tommy and i will be hosting a fine, fine party tomorrow night, starting around 10, and you're all invited. if i somehow neglected to get you the evite, just shoot me an email asking for details. my favorite "yes i'm coming" evite response thus far:

Michael (06/05)
if only to get to the bottom of this "tommy" craze, i'm there. plus i'm eager to discover that catherine is more than an alias that you created on your blog.

interesting theory. if tommy keeps popping in and out of the bathroom in a blond wig...well, just be prepared.

one of the best things about coming back to d.c. is the opportunity to reimmerse myself in retarded pop culture shit/music/commercials that are floating about on cable, which i didn't get back in chicago. observations:

-i still have a lady crush on the lead singer of the pussy cat dolls
-i still have an irrational love of the fanta commercials
-nick lachey seems sad
-teri hatcher looks like a reanimated zombie

ah, mtv/vh1. how i've missed you. up next: food tv!