There was a meeting yesterday afternoon between me and some contractors that are coming to work with us on some stuff at work. This was actually the second meeting, the first being last week.

The first meeting was bullshit. It was twenty minutes worth of information packed into an hour. Most of it was mutual masturbation crap

• “It’s a great opportunity to work with your company because “ and “True, but it will also be good experience for us to work with you because “ and so on. I still don’t understand all that; it’s not fucking international diplomacy or anything. But whatever.

The second meeting, yesterday, was much better. We got to start explaining what we had and where we wanted to go with things.

Where am I going with this meeting conversation? The thing is, during that meeting I finally got to explain to people some of the stuff I do all day long and have them appreciate what exactly it was that I did and how that (in my opinion) so elegantly solved the problem it was directed at. It was nice to be able to do that for once, because I don’t normally get a chance to. The stuff I do is invisible; if I do my job right, you’ll never know I was there - problems just disappear. Only other problem-solvers can truly appreciate the elegance of a good solution.

After that, I was yearning for some new tunes, so I headed over to the local Wherehouse.

Now, I’ve heard that several Wherehouse stores are going out of business because the people just aren’t coming in to buy records. Let me say this now - the people aren’t coming in to buy records because The Wherehouse charges too damn much. I appreciate that they maintain a brick-and-mortar shop so they can’t very well lower prices enough to beat online stores, but in many cases I can find albums for which The Wherehouse will charge 50% more than other brick-and-mortar shops. I mean, starting price over there was like $17 for a new CD. That’s crazy! I can get that same disc for $12 online, or maybe $14 at some other store. Forget it.

That said, they do have a decent used section, so that’s where I headed.

I went in looking for one or more of the following: Michael Jackson - Bad; Michael Jackson - Off The Wall; Soup Dragons - Lovegod; Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik.

I did not find any of them.

I ended up coming out of the store with Simply Red - Greatest Hits and Michael Penn - March.

Why those?

Well, Simply Red… I’m not sure. That music sort of evokes a particular mindset for me. For example, you know when you go over to someone’s house for a party and everyone’s walking around with wine glasses and the entire house is decorated like a Pottery Barn catalog? You ever listen to the music playing on the ultra-high-fidelity low-profile stereo? It’s Simply Red. I just felt like picking that up for the bargain price of $8.99.

Most people don’t know who Michael Penn is. Besides the fact that he’s Sean Penn’s younger brother, he put out a song around 1989 called “No Myth” with a chorus that goes:

What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it’s no myth Maybe she’s just looking for Someone to dance with

The thing is, I think it was a pretty popular song, but no one ever knows who sang it. Anyway, I found the album that it’s on (which is hard to find as it is unless you order it online) and got it for $1.48. Can’t beat that. I’m still making my way through the other songs on there, but I figured, even if they all suck, that’s $1.48 for a single to a song that rocks. I can handle that.

(By the way, I had to look up who Heathcliff is. Apparently a character from Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. Never had to read that, don’t think I’m going to now.)

So I got out of The Wherehouse with two albums for a grand total of $10.47. Can’t beat that, can ya?