Broken Box

I'm on hold for a Nextel operator to activate my new phone. I've been waiting twenty minutes. The elevator music during this stretch has been grotesque - I mean really hideous, and I've had to keep it on speaker phone to get any work done. After a ten-hour day just shaking my head with frustration at work (with my dome already ringing from a ridiculous stretch of festivites) all I wanted to do was curl into bed. Now I'm listening to a synthesizer-only butchering of Glady Knight and the fuckin' Pips, and let me tell you, my old Motorola speakers can't take the pain any longer.

Actually, what I really wanted to do tonight was catch the Yeah Yeah Yeahs show at The Fillmore, but I knew that would do me in. Even typing their name just now led me to contemplate going again, after I had already made the decision not to go once. But I need some sleep. That's what it's come to tonight.

Before I go, though, I wanted to share an interesting little graph from the webstats program on thingskeptburning. Here are the 40 key phrases users entered to come to the site.

Search Keyphrases (Top 10) Full List

rob simons	10	25 %
i got a handjob last night	10	25 %
rob simons things kept burning	10	25 %
slippy magazine	10	25 %

I can't make this stuff up, people.

I also couldn't be more proud.