Like a sucker, I signed up for iTunes for today’s release of the Red Album to get access to the bonus tracks and ticket pre-order access that was promised to those who pre-ordered it through Apple’s infernal software.
I’m just glad I wasn’t the only Weezer fan out there who got this message while attempting to download the album this morning:

I know Weezer likes to take some time in between albums, but this is ridiculous!
I also went around in search of a physical copy of the album. Target was sold out. Barnes and Noble was sold out and was charging double Target’s price. And a few other places didn’t have it yet. I’ll have my thoughts together on the awesomeness that is the Red Album soon.
For the past four TV seasons, the survivors of the crash of Oceanic 815 have been stranded on an island.
This weekend, The Civee and I went to Louisiana to visit my grandparents. We had a good time and went at the right time of year. The weather was in the low 80s, clear and dry. Any later in the year and it would be oppressively hot and humid.
I have to admit, one of the things that drew me to Morton’s (considering all the restaurants had decks facing the river) was the sign to the left, promising hot boiled seafood. The Civee and I got an outside table and just enjoyed ourselves by talking and watching the boats and the moving bridge. The bridge we passed over was a