Over it:
* Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Fever to Tell
* Matrix Revolutions
* Jay-Z – The Black Album
* Nico – These Days

Into it:
* New York Dolls – New York Dolls
* Coldplay – A Rush of Blood to the Head
* L’il Flip – Game Over
* Panic Room

It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
It’s all about the Pentiums, baby
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
Yeah

What y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
Workin’ at a desk with a dumb little placard?
Yeah, payin’ the bills with my mad programming skills
Defraggin’ my hard drive for thrills
I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM
I never feed trolls and I don’t read spam
Installed a T1 line in my house
Always at my PC, double-clickin’ on my mizouse
Upgrade my system at least twice a day
I’m strictly plug-and-play, I ain’t afraid of Y2K
I’m down with Bill Gates, I call him “Money” for short
I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support
It’s all about the Pentiums, what?
You’ve gotta be the dumbest newbie I’ve ever seen
You’ve got white-out all over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is really neato
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You’re usin’ a 286? Don’t make me laugh
Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?
You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette
You’re the biggest joke on the Internet
Your database is a disaster
You’re waxin’ your modem, tryin’ to make it go faster
Hey fella, I bet you’re still livin’ in your parents’ cellar
Downloadin’ pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar
And postin’ “Me too!” like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You’re just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller

It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)

Now, what y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?

Uh, uh, loggin’ in now
Wanna run wit my crew, hah?
Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?
They call me the king of the spreadsheets
Got ’em printed out on my bedsheets
My new computer’s got the clocks, it rocks
But it was obsolete before I opened the box
You say you’ve had your desktop for over a week?
Throw that junk away, man, it’s an antique
Your laptop is a month old? Well that’s great
If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight
My digital media is write-protected
Every file inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operation system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed ’em
While your computer’s crashin’, mine’s multitaskin’
It does all my work without me even askin’
Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide
I believe that your says “Etch-A-Sketch” on the side
In a 32-bit world, you’re a 2-bit user
You’ve got your own newsgroup, “alt.total-loser”
Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax
Where’d you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?
Play me online? Well, you know that I’ll beat you
If I ever meet you I’ll control-alt-delete you
What? What? What? What? What?

It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
It’s all about the Pentiums! (It’s all about the Pentiums, baby)
Now, what y’all wanna do?
Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers
Wastin’ time with all the chatroom yakkers?
9 to 5, chillin’ at Hewlett Packard?
What??

Another kill SCOTS show last night. Rick blistered through about 20 songs in an hour – new guy on rhythm guitar / trumpet, not sure what that was about. No Fender Rhodes this time.

Sunday night shows are hard, boys, can we get a weekend one of these days?

* Milshake – Kelis
* Shake it Like a Salt Shaker – YinYang Twinz feat. l’il Jon
* Mojo Box – SCOTS
* INXS – Kick
* Talking Heads – Sand in the Vaseline
* Best of – The Doors
* Live Era: ’87-93 – Guns N’ Roses

John, I’m Only Dancing – David Bowie
I’m Only Sleeping – Beatles
Leg of Lamb – QOTSA
Quick and to the Pointless – QOTSA
Da Doo Ron Ron – The Crystals
Puddin’ N’ Tain – Alley Cats
Mary Ann with the Shaky Hand – The Who (Odds & Sods version)

* England

* Queens of the Stone Age
* Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde
* The Beatles – Rubber Soul

* Alton Brown
* Briscoe and Logan
* Charlotte on Sex and the City
* Laura Prepon (redhead chick on the 70’s Show)
* Stephen King

* Gold Toe socks
* V-Neck sweaters
* Tailored Shirts
* Clark’s
* Russell Athletic sweat shirts
* Peacoats and watch caps

* iTunes
* logging to text files

* 2004 BMW 5-Series (Dark Grey)
* 2004 Range Rover (Black)

* The Kinks: BBC Sessions
* Art of Noise, Best Of
* Japanese Telecom
* Queens of the Stone Age
* Gimme Some Skin / I Got a Right studio EP – Stooges
* Not into songs with phones rigning in them, or car sounds when driving.

She said “i’ll throw myself away,
They’re just photos after all”
I can’t make you hang around.
I can’t wash you off my skin.

Outside the frame, is what we’re leaving out
You won’t remember anyway

I can go with the flow
But don’t say it doesn’t matter anymore

I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?

It’s so safe to play along
Little soldiers in a row
Falling in and out of love
With something sweet to throw away.
But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate.
Do you believe it in your head?

I can go with the flow
But don’t say it doesn’t matter anymore

I can go with the flow
Do you believe it in your head?

– QOTSA, 2k3

Yeah ‘n’ I’m doin’ all right in school.
They ain’t said I broke no rule.
I ain’t never been in Dutch.
I don’t browse around too much

Don’t bother me, leave me alone
Anyway I’m almost grown

I don’t run around with no mob.
Got myself a little job
I’m gonna buy me a little car,
Drive my girl in the park

Got my eye on a little girl.
Ah, she’s really out of this world.
When I take her to the dance,
She’s got to talk about romance.

You know I’m still livin’ in town.
But I done married and settled down.
Now I really have a ball
So I don’t browse around at all
– Chuck Berry, 1959