Jamie Antonisse

So first off, it bears mentioning that I'm relatively lucky... that, by some fluke of traffic patterns, I am usually swimming against the tide of commuters (which in this case makes me go... faster.... I may have to take this metaphor back to the shop). A moment of silence for the mass of human people who are grinding their teeth down to fillings, running that hamster wheel forward, inch by inch, five days a week. Wow... the Orange County rent CANNOT be worth it.

Regardless, on this special occasion I had some T I M E on my hands, to ponder two things:

1) The B-52's... what a band. To keep myself breathing normally as I switched from 1st to 2nd gear and back, over and over, I popped in their greatest hits album. Here is a sampling of lyrics:

I am no student (doo du doo du do)
Of ancient cultures
Before I talk,
I should read a book.
But there's one thing that I do know.
There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia.

I just feel like this was written about ME!
The album is called Time Capsule: Songs for a Future Generation... what an appropriate title. The B-52's STILL, all these years later, sound like Space Punk to me, like a dispatch from that eventual era when we have finally exhausted the musical potential of sex*, drugs, love and its violence. When the people can finally sit down and write painfully catchy songs about what they found when they lifted up a rock (hint: it wasn't a rock).

And yet this very same band made the song Roam. Fred Schneider, you are quite a strange, flambouyant little man, but you have done this world a great service.

*ok, so the B-52s never got bored of sex. At all.

2) Better late than never. Ever since last June, I've had a Blog Saga waiting in my back pocket. It's a personal story about Herb Yang's excellent yet mostly defunct game Kingpin, and the high drama that came out of last summer's limited play session. It really was one of the most interesting and non-traditional MMO experiences I've ever had, and John Brennan has been bugging me, ever since he heard my tragic tale, to post it for the world to see.

Of course, as the archives clearly show, I spent the summer living in mortal fear of Movable Type. But today's hour and a half drive strengthened my resolve/madness. So starting this weekend, I'm going to start posting The Baghead Chronicles... and we're all going to pretend the events described didn't happen three months ago.

So.... I'm glad we had this talk. Sometimes you just need to get two or three random things off your chest and/or make a pronouncement about your upcoming blog posts. Sometimes that happens.