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I really love the comments tool, but I wish it would notify me of when new comments are left for old blog entries. Because it doesn’t, I have to scroll through each entry and check. This isn’t such a big deal, but it does mean that I’ll miss a few comments every now and then, or that it’ll take me a few days to get around to them. And that’s not cool because web-time flies.

Hi Mr. Andrews. You left <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/101405nosweeping/">this comment</a>:<br>

Good Guys, the California A/V retailer that overextended itself in an aggressive build-up plan that maxed out at 71 stores, is not long for this world. CompUsa, which acquired the chain in 2003, closed six free-standing Good Guys stores and another five CompUSA/Good Guys megastores in late September. CompUSA will close the remaining 25 stores and three regional distribution centers within 80 days&mdash;following <A HREF="http://www.goodguys.com/canv.htm">liquidation sales</A>.

I stood in my kitchen, looking around, dumbly: “What am I forgetting?”

Efforts to restrict the ways consumers use music they have purchased continue unabated. <A HREF="http://www.sunncomm.com">SunnComm</A&gt; (along with its sales and marketing arm <A HREF="http://www.mediamaxtechnology.com">MediaMax</A&gt;) has announced that its "newest patent-pending passive technology makes it even more difficult to bypass or 'hack' the copy protection structure contained on the MediaMax CDs."

The Bozak Concert Grand is a loudspeaker dreams are made of. I was just a boy, but I remember to this day the impressive pictures of them in <I>Audio</I> magazine. I thought they must be the best loudspeakers ever made because they were so <I>big</I>&mdash;they would let more of the music come out. I suspect the Bozaks beckoned to me in some primal way, just as those giant construction trucks do&mdash;the ones that have tires bigger than a man.

Although you're reading this in October, I had to write it in the middle of summer's dog days&mdash;what Washington journalists used to call "the silly season," not so much because there's anything inherently funny about August, but because, in pre-AC DC, all the legislators went home then to escape the heat and humidity, leaving the press corps with little to write about other than "man bites dog" stories.