Today is Elizabeth's birthday. Lucky for us dudes, she spent the day working from home, so we didn't have to get into anything mushy like flowers, or cards, or hugs. Instead, we sat around playing poker, chomping on cigars, and taking slugs of Night Train and Thunderbird. That's what we do when Elizabeth's not around to keep us in line. It's a wonder the magazine gets made at all.
WIRED offers their list of "Best Gadgets and Gizmos on the Planet" in their annual TEST issue, on stands now. But I didn't buy it. Instead, I swiped my girlfriend's copy. While she was mostly interested in reading more great things about her handy-dandy Motorola Q, I, of course, flipped right to the home audio section.
It's kind of crazy. I go to bed each night with a little bit of worry over the words I've let loose. Nouns and verbs and other linking bits, forming ideas and images meant to be pretty, meant to be funny, meant to be interesting. These words are linked to me, just as my name is linked to Stereophile, and it all comes with