- Last night, I went to the Sunset Strip for the second time this week -- this time to see Ben Kweller. Rawk. If you had told me two years ago that I'd be doing now what I'm doing now, I'd have laughed at you and then said, "Really?" in a very interested tone of voice. I already know how I'm going to write my review of the show, and it's going to begin somewhat along these lines: "All of us radio geeks have an inner rockstar (hell, I admit it -- I have one too), one that was carefully kept inside in high school but we always wanted to let out to show our fellow classmates that we really were awesome and could kick ass like the cool kids. Ben Kweller is lucky enough to have made a career out of letting his inner rockstar loose. You'd have never thought it possible that this skinny little 21-year-old kid with long, scruffy hair that made him look like the main character from Almost Famous and wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the words 'Carlsbad Caverns' that would've gotten him beaten up had he worn it to school would take to the stage and rock so hard. He let his inner rockstar command the stage, and the crowd loved him for it."

- I must rather like this girl who I went out with on Friday. After coming home at 12:45am from the show last night, I was dead tired and ready to just fall into bed. But there was this tiny little voice in the back of my head urging me to clean something, so I got up and scrubbed the bathroom floor with a sponge and cleanser and also cleaned the toilet. Yes, that late at night; yes, despite my fatigue. Damn it, old habits are rearing their ugly heads again, since I always clean whenever I get stressed about women.

- My roommate is down in San Diego for the weekend at a bachelor party, so he asked me to feed his turtle while he was away. I have come to the revelation that turtle food pellets stink to high heaven. Like bad enough to be able to qualify for the description, "they stank."

- On a serious note, the aftereffects of the club fire in Rhode Island could be felt all the way out here in California. Last night at the Roxy, the paths to the exits were clearly marked with white tape and the aisles were kept clear by security guys. I've been a fan of 94HJY (the station who was promoting the event, one of their DJs introduced