In an effort to make my website more interesting (I'm severely lagging behind in the bigwhoop family alone) I'm initiating a new feature: The Moratorium List. How it will work is thusly: I will start listing things I'd like to declare a moratorium on, and you, the reader, will add on to it, and eventually we'll have a list. It's interactivity at its best. Let me show you how it works -

I'm declaring a moratorium on bands opening up their albums with several minutes of vague, ambient sounds. Either rock my ass right away or don't bother. I'm looking at you, Dandy Warhols!

See how that goes? Now you try? What else would you like to declare a moratorium on?

In unrelated news, I'm digging this new zwan song to death. It's very much bringing me back to the salad days of the early '90s. Just when you thought '80s nostalgia was overstaying its welcome, '90s nostalgia rears its bald, "Zero" T-shirted head. If only Kurt Cobain weren't dead, or he was still making music from beyond the grave like dead rappers (You Know You're Right doesn't count, because we're reasonably assured he made it while he was alive. I'm talking about volumes of new material.)

Hey, how was that Slow Kids show last night?

Yesterday I signed my name to Christmas cards going out to C-3PO and Boba Fett. What an odd sensation.

I don't know why my updates lately have read like Larry King columns, but I like it.

I'm not usually one to yell at the screen during movies or TV shows, but 24 makes me do it. A lot.

Love me.