Isn't there an unspoken rule that the baristas in Satellite are far cooler than the rest of us? So why am I being subjected to Dave Mathews Band's "Crash" right now? And it's on shuffle right now, and you'd better believe I just died a little inside admitting I knew the playlist order. It's kind of disturbing how decidedly unhip the music selection is. Where's the underground garage band? Where's the new French trance? Where are the Sinatra rarities?

On the other hand, it's not Chirstmas music. I heard "Frosty the Snowman" wafting out of the pool area while I was at the gym this morning, and I could only roll my eyes. If I had survived on this earth long enough to raise a brood of children, see communisim fall and collect social security, the last thing I'd want to hear during my morning pool time would be "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."

Seriously.

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I haven't had a chance to digest the Golden Globe nominations, though I'm a bit disappointed Polly Walker was the only acting nomination for Rome, and I'm more than a little disgusted the Desperate Housewives shut out the Actress for a Musical or Comedy category.

But as Neal would say, "Pia Zadora," so it could be worse.

Ah, they switched over to the new Fiona Apple record. That's better.