fackin' high-speed Internet around here!?!?! GAAAAAAH! I swear to God, my town has to be the most ass-backwards place in the universe. I mean, yeah, we can get it -- through Comcast, which'll cost me fuckin' $67.95. Now, if I had their cable, I could have it for $52.95, but the two wouldn't be bundled. Oh, no. So, that would be an extra $110 a month. As I got my set up now with my white-trash dialup, I pay $69 for my phone bill (unlimited long distance and local toll included), $9.95 for my white-trash dial-up and another $9.95 (I think -- I paid it outright) for my Callwave. Oh, and another $39.99 for my cell phone. It ain't right.

So, Shark Tale, waaaaaaay cute. Very funny. Of course, we spent the hour drive back listening to Ashlee Simpson and Michelle Branch (Greta's, NOT MINE), but honestly, they weren't completely intolerable to listen to, especially Michelle Branch. Nice harmonies. But I've discovered something about Ashlee, Michelle and their ilk that's quite troublesome to me: Whereas R&B singers have the ubbawubba factor, the pop princess set has this thing I'll call the Yayay! factor. I mean, I'm not sure if it's their annunciation or what the hell it is (Natalie, can you help a sister out?), but it sounds like they're adding "Yay!" to the ends of every word, and it's. annoying. But I'll tell you what: I'll take Ashlee over her mush-mouthed sister any day.

Me? I got Anything But the Girl's Amplified Heart in my car right now, so THERE.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, we need to welcome Johnnie Walker of Nite Owl and Brandie over at Second Time Around to the 'hood. Both have spectacular designs, might I add.