Aren’t these guys festive? I kind of fell in love with Interpol because they have a bit of a sleazy edge. Nothing smutty, just a hint of nihilism and depravity just around the corner. And doesn’t it seem that the better a man wears a suit, the more of an irresistible scoundrel he appears? It’s because the nicely dressed can get away with things mere slobs could never. Anyhow, on an unrelated note, let’s have a drink to our 7th anniversary; you, me, this blog. I’ve achieved nothing but perhaps hypothetical future family members can parse something of interest, after I die and cats eat my body. If that sounds glum, fear not; I feel great about a great many things and the future probability of becoming cat noms is one of them. Let’s get through another 7 years together.