Okay, well, there's something on my mind. And for once it doesn't involve giant breasts, so this is new territory and please: bare with me here. Have you ever noticed that when you are talking to people about music, every now and then you get one of those people who say things like this... "...and that's when I spilled the WHOLE pail of water on my boobs! Oh, what kind of music do I listen to? Well, you know, I like to sample everything, I really just like it all. I'm not picky." This has happened many times to me, and I really don't get that line of thinking. How can you like everything? There's gotta be something out there that makes you cringe. Essentially, you are telling me that you like songs about fucking bitches against the door, and on the floor, and fucking them on the couch and fucking them till they say ouch. Which probably involves the ass in one way or another, but we won't get into that. Or songs about committing suicide, cutting yourself to see if you still feel. Or worse yet, songs by John Mayer. And as if that isn't bad enough, these same people are the ones who give you the funny looks when you say you only listen to a couple types of music. What the fuck is that about? Don't treat me differently because I know what I like. I've listened to almost everything out there and I know what I want to listen to and I know what I don't want to listen to. You're just like people who window-shop at malls, never making up your goddamned mind at what you want but it doesn't matter because you don't have the finances to buy a clue anyways. And yes, in my somewhat convoluted analogy, by finances, I mean brains. Delicious brains. I don't really know why this subject gets to me the way it does. But it does. And I felt I needed to share it with you, my favourite people. Some more than others. Are you one of the lucky few who are more so? Most likely. -Kyle