Getting the swing of my new wireless keyboard, which feels kind of silly, but will do just fine while I wait for Apple to send a replacement part. Sorry for the play-by-play on this topic. It must be incredibly fascinating...

Okay, while I'm getting used to typing on the new equipment here at the Lab, here is a funny conversation overheard at the after-after-after-party Friday night (actually well into Saturday morning at this point.)

the scene: A half dozen people slouched around a coffee table covered with beer cans and an overflowing ashtray at the end of the evening.
girl: So, what do you do?
boy: [pause - slightly pained expression] I'm a singer.
girl: Really? What band?
boy: [long pause] Interpol.
girl: Oh my god! Do you sing that song... what is it? Stella? Stella something was a diver? What is it?
boy: [long pause - cautiously looks around for help - nothing but grimaces that say, "sorry, can't help you, man." - long pause - quietly] Uh, yeah.