You say it’s whose birthday?

I had a Sixteen Candles moment this morning, staring at myself in the mirror and trying to figure out if I looked any different.

Watching movies on the PSP.

The weird thing about watching feature films on the PSP is that you end up treating portable video like a portable game or portable text, as something to be picked up and put down at will.

Tired old complaints about apartment living.

I think I finally understand why people buy houses.

Ha! Cough, wheeze.

A minute ago, I was trying to figure out why my throat was sore. I think I’ve figured it out.

Everything Bad is Good for You.

The book adroitly illustrates the extent to which thinking of video games and television as mindless entertainment is wrong, wrong, wrong.

The Decemberists: Picaresque.

Great stuff if drinking-hall operettas are your thing, but if they’re not, these songs can get kind of tedious as they wallow in their quaint mannerisms.

Psychonauts.

Some brief notes on Psychonauts. Psychonotes?

Aimee Mann: The Forgotten Arm.

You don’t really need to pay attention to the saga of Caroline and John if you don’t feel like it, though; you can simply appreciate The Forgotten Arm as a really good album.

Alias, Season 3.

In a way, Alias just can’t win: its viewers have been trained to expect twists and betrayals at every turn, to the point where the only way to really surprise them would be to not do the shocking thing. (Spoilers within, but they’re pretty much exactly the spoilers you would expect.)

Monade: A Few Steps More.

With Monade, Laetitia Sadier has room to do her own arrangements of her own songs, and the result is a much warmer, looser sound than the immaculately-produced soundscapes that Stereolab tends towards.