I feel the urge to play some loud music very loudly. Part of it is just the mood I'm in, part of it is to get back at my next-door neighbors, who made the walls shake at 1:30am last night -- and they weren't even playing music in the room adjacent to mine, they were playing it from the room on the other side of their apartment that's farthest away from my bedroom. I swear, these two guys act like they're still in college. (Maybe they still are.) Of course, in order to have the same effect on them as it did on me last night, I should probably wait a few more hours, then point my speakers at the wall and crank it up.

And believe me, in a war of music, I would win.

Now picture me saying that in the voice of that Jamaican dude from the Red Stripe commercials who talks about the old-fashioned Jamaican stick fight. Those Red Stripe commercials crack me up. Hooray, beer!