Finally! My black-on-black vans have arrived! Unfortunately, they are about 1/4 size too small, but it’s better than admitting I have huge feet. Oh, the things I do for fashion (it’s not much, really…)

So I love them anyway. Except for one problem, which the Vans are not at fault for. I haven’t done laundry recently (for economic reasons, as well as time restraints), and the only good socks I really had left are these great plaid wool ones. Perfect for a winter in Boston, terrible for the mild climate of San Francisco. My feet are SWEATING! It feels like I’m standing on hot coals. Also, I’m pretty sure some of the discomfort is due to itching from the wool. My feet don’t normally itch… GAH! It’s driving me INSANE!

Ok… no more feet talk. Too bad that’s all I have in me right now.

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I was listening to Coverville today, and they’re doing a tribute to Tom Waits today. So I wanted to share the lyrics of one of his best songs, “I Don’t Wanna Grow Up.”

When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That’s always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things
That they’d never want
The only thing to live for
Is today…
I’m gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street

When I see the 5 o’clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don’t wanna grow up

So true.

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I know I’m behind by a couple of days, but it has been a busy week. So, this whole Google RSS thing they’ve got going on? I like it. Why? I’m not really sure. Maybe because it gives me more of an excuse to sit and stare at my Inbox for another 30 minutes a day waiting for mail to arrive that never does? Good.

Also, creepily enough (did I make up another word?), I only had to add one missing RSS feed. Google knows me so well!

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We’ve been talking about this on BOL quite a bit, but now it really hits home. One of my favorite podcasts, Mashuptown, is dead. Because of the RIAA.

The time has come to shut down this blog/site/podcast. This has come about for many reasons which I won’t bore you with. First, let me say that I would like to thank all the Artists, producers, Dj’s that made this a total labor of love. Your creativity and cleverness will never cease to amaze me. Most of the Mashup tracks that were featured on this site were in many cases better than the originals. Props go out to all of you who visited, sampled, sent in comments/email, and put links to the site in your blogs or podcasts.

Apaprently they are in violation of the DMCA, and the RIAA has threatened legal action. This is happening to a lot of music podcasts, and there doesn’t look like there’s much light at the end of the tunnel. I knew that once podcasts hit the mainstream this shit would hit the fan. It makes me want to vomit, just a little bit. Ok, a lot.

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