In which I throw in the towel along with the Mets.

In which I jump on the 70s easy listening bandwagon and vampires mingle with retired flight attendants.

In which I explore Hank Chinaski’s ancestry and admit that I like “dad-rock” despite having no kids.

In which the (Smog) clears and I finally learn the true meaning of Schadenfreude.

In which Grace Jones and Vic Mackey scare me into obedience.

In which my true passions are revealed.

In which Lost is found, infinity is quantized and NYC’s tap water is slandered.

Includes a disco cellist, the cookie monster’s favorite album, and a month-long marathon of a show about Bodymore, Murdaland.