I'm a listmaker. That way I remember everything I need to get done, because if I don't write it down, I will forget. 1. Certain people's predictions that I wouldn't like Underworld were correct. Aspects of it reminded me way too readily of The Matrix, the plotline was thin and confusing at points, and it was predictable -- and for me to say that means a lot, because I usually just sit back and let the movie pander to me without thinking, so if I can see what's coming, there's a problem. Kate Beckinsale was HOT though... even if she was dressed like Trinity. 2. John Mayer is a no-talent assclown. I must reiterate this. He is not original. He's a halfway decent songwriter who cannot sing -- anyone can be studio-engineered to sound good, but when I've seen him live, he's almost unintelligible and he has no tonal quality beyond his raspiness. He stands up at the microphone, waves his knees like Dave Matthews, moans into the mic, and the women in the audience go nuts. I don't get it. 3. My car has no name. I cannot name my car. Every time anyone in my family has named their car, the car dies. It's a family curse. So my car is affectionately referred to as "my baby," but that's all.