Merle speaks truth: those are some seriously bash-eyed photos. Brandi IM'd me this week to ask me: "Who are those people?" because she didn't recognize everyone with all the light refracting through those multi-colored astringents.

All of this motivated me to stop at the Bronxville liquor store after leaving Tommy's barber shop this morning to pick up a large bottle of Cinzano. Perhaps I'll need some when I get home tonight (Alane and I will be at the Knights of Columbus dinner with, yes, Uncle Floyd; details are sure to follow).

Joe-hio and Jean are here and they will watch the chimpz while we are out. I made them watch a few Uncle Floyd Show videos. They are appalled that I ever would have watched such a show, much less have a tape of it ("People watched that stuff?"). Maybe next I'll make them watch the video I asked Steve and Bazzukajoe to make for me of the Fishbone concert broadcast on HBO back in the early 1990s. If I remember correctly, they had the same look of bewilderment on their faces ("People listen to that music?").

I think I know where that tape is. I do not know where the Uncle Floyd Show button is (so, alas, I cannot wear it to tonight's show).