Question. How would someone go about visiting this buffistarawk thingie?

How would someone go about visiting this buffistarawk thingie?

I will answer you via the email.

Then I will check the email!

Then I will check the email!

It should be filled with important information about BR as well as pertinent spam about "Hott Rectal Action!!1!"

So...not the one where I send y'all $5,000 and then you deposit $1,000,000 into my account is it?

Pffft. What would you do with a million dollars? Your life's already perfect.

Interesting tidbit from the Slate music year-end roundup. Jody Rosen confirms my opinion that modern Nashville country is really just power pop in disguise.

I spent lots of time listening to country in '06 (the Nashville kind, not alt-), and the unkindest cut on my albums list was Dierks Bentley's Long Trip Alone, nipped at the finish line by Willie Nelson and his gravitas. Long Trip Alone is a great big slab o' hokum—Dierks spins a lot of grizzled talk about the open road and compares himself to a "worn-out pair of boots"—but it has everything that I love about current Nashville country, which, in case you haven't noticed, is really old-fashioned melodic pop-rock with better words. If you like loud guitars that crash between minor chords, sing-along choruses, smart narrative lyric-writing, and have a higher-than-average tolerance for the purple stuff, CMT is heaven.

Responding to another section of Jody's year-end review:

But I think I'll leave you with a surprising revelation: The worst song the year was not, I repeat not, "You're Beautiful," by the rabidly loathed James Blunt. (I'll bet you can guess his cockney rhyming nickname.)

I need to note that when I can't avoid this song on the radio or in a store I subconsciouisly replace the word "beautiful" with "newticle" (which is, of course, a prosthetic testicle). This changes the song from "You're Beautiful" to "Your Newticle" - which is infinitely more intriguing.

This is where I give thanks that the only radio I listen to is sports talk, because I've never heard of James Blunt, or his song.

(I'll bet you can guess his cockney rhyming nickname.)

Wasn't this a Monty Python sketch?

This is where I give thanks that the only radio I listen to is sports talk, because I've never heard of James Blunt, or his song.

It is the most tedious strum dude song ever. His wussitude is so great he makes Dan Fogelberg look like James Hetfield. Overcooked pasta is less limp. It's the kind of music that would make Angel misty-eyed.

Bwah!!! Best description ever.