Well, issues, issues, issues. Hmmmm. What to do? So, I have some deep thoughts swimming around me melon and well, I was planning on lightening things up a bit but now, in retrospect, perhaps it's time for some truly deep thoughts. Of course, both would be good. So, while I decide where to begin and end, let us commence with what really matters, the "love" of music, and what I love right nowÂ…

The Top 30 Songs That Please My Ever Needy Little Ears

Here's Something I'll Try, the Qualifiers (So Far) in the CD category for Money Well Wasted in 2000

• Coldplay - Yellow
• Radiohead - Kid A
• Eve 6 - Horoscope
• Sum 41 - Half Hour of Power
• Lifehouse - No Name Face
• U2 - All That You Can't Leave Behind
• Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavoured Water
• Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory
• Treble Charger - Wide Awake Bored
• Finger Eleven - the Greyest of Blue Skies
• At the Drive In - Relationship of Command
• Everclear - Learning How to Smile
• Everclear - Good Time for a Bad Attitude
• Our Lady Peace - presumably money to be well wasted on tues, Spiritual Machines
• Papa Roach - Infest
• Matchbox Twenty - Mad Season
• Fuel - Something Like Human
• Jet Set Satellite - Blueprint
• A Perfect Circle - Mer De Noms
• Mest - Wasting Time
• The Suicide Machines - [self titled]
• Travis - The Man Who
• The Weakerthans - Left and Leaving
• Oasis - Standing on the Shoulder of Giants
• Smashing Pumpkins - Machina: the Machines of God

Instead of the Deep Thoughts I offer you this, part 1 of a series or just, something worth forgetting

The tears streamed down his face as he turned to look at what lay before him. Shockingly, what he had just experienced had not been a dream. As if the repeated pinchings and beatings of his head off the table were not proof enough, there it was before his eyes, in all its glory. The joy that he was now experiencing was greater than anything he had experienced before. Thus, in this exalted moment, he was, perhaps for the first time, on top of the world. John paused to reflect on what had happened, where he had come from to get to this, this magical moment. Besides the immense joy, there was the incredible relief as it seemed that his journey had finally reached its final destination. His friends and family had mentioned in the past that when you reach this moment, you will "just know" that this is it. This, this thing that had eluded him all these years, was this it? He had spent sleepless nights trying to find it. Desperately he had scoured the land but to no avail. His apparent never-ending search had, to this point, come up with no results. Yet, when least expected, the holy grail presented itself to him. How many times in the past had he sworn that he had found it? Nodding his head, John began to walk towards the illumination before him. The smile on his face grew with every step and his pulse raced as he drew himself closer and closer. Oh, the wait was surely worth this. Love, that mystical force was now about to be his. Suddenly he found himself within arms reach of the object of his affections. With a deep breath, he stretched his lanky arms towards the realization of his dreams...

John shot up with a start and his head darted left and right. He pulled himself up and looked down at the huge hands before him. Empty. With a few shakes of his head, he looked again to be sure and saw only the dirty kleenex's and the tattered sheets of his bed. Frustrated, he got up and started for the bathroom. He lifted up the seat, looked down and let the juices flow. Standing there, John found himself growing increasingly angry and depressed. He realized that he was no closer to this "love thing" than he had been the night before. Sure, there had been pretenders and those he had seen from afar. Television filled him with the visions of promised satisfaction. It could be done, love was simple and around every corner, at least that was the case in TV land. John looked down to find that to his astonishment, the urine continued to empty into the bowl. With a smirk he again lost himself in his thoughts. 'Love. This, this, this what exactly? Fuck it,' he thought! 'What the fuck do I need love for? All I do is bust my ass after what I think it is or should be and find myself only getting hurt in the end. Is it worth my time and effort? I'm beginning to think it's not!' Suddenly, John realized that he was yelling at his penis. Alarmed, he quickly stopped, paused and reached down to apologize to what he considered his most important appendage. However, he soon realized that he was apologizing to his penis and abruptly stopped and flushed the toilet, having finished his urination.

He proceeded to the mirror and splashed some water in his face. 'Goddamn' he shouted as he returned to the sanctity of his bed. Upon reaching his room, he turned on the light, quickly examined the mess and figured out his plan of attack. John then quickly flicked the switch and with caution, made his way to bed. With the bed in sight, he leapt towards its soft embrace and rolled over and thrust the sheets over his naked body. He then starred at the ceiling and proclaimed, 'To hell with love! From this day forward, it will no longer be part of my life! I've got better things to do.' With that he closed his eyes and went to sleepÂ…

Well, peace yall. Fight the power! And, well, in regards to Nicole's comment earlier, I agree with you whole-heartedly. I don't know where I said it (didn't look either) and don't know why I would have said that but financial wealth does not determine happiness. Poor people can be considerably happier than the rich. Righto.