Notice how the "comments" linky thingy at the bottom of my most recent posts says "poseurs" instead. Apparently someone, no doubt a genius who will change the world with his commentary on strangers' two-bit blogs, hacked into the site that provides the comments capability and changed it. So it's not just me, it's anyone with enetation comments. Just so you know it's not me calling you poseurs (at least the hacker can spell!).

Back in DC from my trip home for Christmas. Very good times. Got some good loot, and I think my parents actually liked some of the stuff I gave them for a change! I know you were all worried, so I will just let you know without further ado that I did get to go to Sonic -- twice, in fact -- and was able to partake of my beloved lemon-berry slush. I also went to Dreamland for the best barbeque in the world. Ah, it was delicious. The original Dreamland, of course, is in the middle of nowhere around Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and is world famous for its hole-in-the-wall ambience as well as for the fact they do NOT serve sides. The Atlanta version, alas, is somewhat less hole-in-the-wall-ish (though still good homey ambience) and, most shockingly, serves sides. I did not order a side. I ate only ribs and Sunbeam bread sopped in Dreamland sauce. Mmmmm.

Geoffrey has a favorite new band! It is called Salty the Pocketknife (can't you tell it's cool already???) and features bass player Dustin Diamond. You may know Mr. Diamond better from his work as Screech in the hit TV series "Saved By The Bell." I am not making this up. We were watching E!, and the True Hollywood Story about the show was on, and in the Screech segment, they mentioned the band and played a clip. And Geoffrey says: "You know, that's really not that bad!" And I laughed and laughed. And now you can, too. Here's an Onion AV Club article all about Screech, band stuff toward the bottom. I also learned that Screech once dated Johnny Cash's granddaughter. Which makes me wonder why Screech is not dead. I suspect Johnny Cash is a saint, but that could be a whole 'nother post.

LISTENING TO: (You'd thought I'd forgotten about this, didn't you?) DAVID GRAY/New Day at Midnight. JOHNNY CASH/American IV:The Man Comes Around. And DIXIE CHICKS/Home. They're all good, but the only one that surprises me by being really, geniunely good is the Dixie Chicks. I've always been mostly OK with them, but there are some really good tracks, even a bluegrass instrumental!, on this one. Nice surprise.