Took a break from Sunday Morning Talking Heads, and boy did it feel good. Nobody should have to be subjected to Dick Cheney on Valentine's Day, you feel me? When somebody like me starts saying "you feel me", you know that phrase is dead. De-ceased. I am like the consume-by date on a can of mackerel. You could think of me as an anti-hipster, but you'd be wrong. Even the anti-hipsters are way ahead of me. All I can say is thank god for Kansans.