Today I had an epiphany.

So I have this Baby Einstein music CD on my PS3, and I couldn't shake this feeling for the longest time about why xylophony versions of classical music seemed so creepy and familiar.

Then, I hit upon it.

This CD is basically like the entire soundtrack for "A Clockwork Orange."

Life is good.

It's not that I hate Christmas. . .

but really, we went to this house off of SE Belmont on Peacock Lane and that whole neighborhood is like psychotic. I have never seen such over-the-top Christmas decorations for crappy, run-down houses. We went to go to this estate sale there, and the person who owned it had an unhealthy lust for all things Father Christmas. It was just creepy as Fuuu.

The good news? We got two awesome baby pianos for like 30 bucks total. Nealon's going to party like it's 1999, y'all.

Little Coffee Shop of Horrors Dec. 2, 2009

Of course, you know I'm back at Southeast Grind when you overhear someone explaining to the register girl about reading people's energy as one of her psychic abilities. She's really good at it, by the way, or so she alleges.

I allege that I have a job. It doesn't make it true.