not that i keep track of these sort of things, or you should care, but:
hey.
welcome to post two hundred.

now wipe your feet already.

i did a thing where i posted my seven essential albums for 2002 on the fun that bugspray is to monkeys in the dirt. me all haughty like, sharing my silly little universe with you; not to encourage mass purchasing but to twist your ear in a new way.

then there are the re-releases from this year (or an excerpted list), which although memory messes with me (and graig has 65% of my 2002 content), i think i'm on the level.

okay.
back to the packing.
thunder bay doesn't call itself.
or, if it does, i'm not tapping.
or taping.