I wanna be sedated.

So, I'm on a bus in a few hours for a 24 hour drive to San Diego for the weekend. With this in mind, I bring you the Ramones:

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go/I wanna be sedated/
Nothin' to do, no where to go-o-oh/I wanna be sedated/
Just get me to the airport/Put me on a plane/
Hurry hurry hurry/Before I go insane/
I can't control my fingers/I can't control my brain/
Oh no oh oh oh oh.

Also, here's a must-read article for you.

Confession.

Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been over ten days since my last blog. Rather than make any excuses for this deplorable behavior, I shall attempt to compensate for this glaring oversight by posting lots of fun stuff today: Links to articles about smart drugs, genetics, Stephen Hawking's opinion on our future in space, Google's new spreadsheet trial, Artificial object identification, and some screenshots from Final Fantasy XIII. Also, here are a couple of other video games to be excited about. Whew. Enjoy the links.

SP.

Silversun Pickups.
Voxtrot.
Elefant.
Which one of these things just doesn't belong here?

Silversun Pickups (who at times resemble the early stages of another band whose name begins with the letters SP) were fantastic, even if they were just the opener and only played a half hour set. The band, which has an album due in July, is set to follow up to last year's excellent EP, Pikul.

Now my question is: Why were they opening for these other guys again? Voxtrot played whiny girl-pants mixed with 1950s rock and roll. They were fun, and talented, but not really to my taste. The most interesting thing about them to me was the fact that two of their guitarists looked like Bud Cort and Seth Green. Elefant was just hilarious. The lead singer tried in vain to maintain the image of being god's gift to women everywhere, and some of his groupies appeared to buy into it. His Jim-Morrison-sex-god stylings only got him as far as Barry Manilow.

Meh.