All Things Profane and Sacred

My disreputable MP3 player chews through batteries like there is no tommorrow (thank god for rechargables), but it makes my morning run so very pleasant. Thankfully I'm not one of those people who cares a great deal about what people I don't know think of me. So if you see a fat chick running down the street dancing maniacally to Black Crowes, Dar Williams, Fat Boy Slim, Ani, Depeche Mode, Tom Petty, etc, that's me.

I overhear someone today say that the SE is like a war zone. I'm just doing my part.