I've never been to a concert. I can't tell well-played classical music from an amateur playing it. Bach, Mozart, Vivaldi--I can't tell the difference. It all sounds the same to me. I have three CDs worth of classical music on my iPod, often skipped. That is the extent of my knowledge concerning this sort of thing.

I like to think I would have stayed and listened, but I probably wouldn't have.

Because, you know, we all react so logically when we become engulfed in flames.

At first, it was charming. And then I got to the part with them laughing and realized this is what you see right before you die.

Wait--I remember this. This really happened, didn't it? Some guy got himself stuck in a doggy door, and a bunch of people took his pants, painted his butt, stuck a flower in it, and put up a sign saying it was art...Now, if only I can remember if this really happened, or if my brain is just making crap up.