Stuff Only I Care About V (Lyrics By Cracker)

VIRGIN RECORDS, IT AIN'T GONNA SUCK ITSELF

I was browsing the Web the other night and saw that Cracker had released not one, but two Greatest Hits CDs on February 21. I realize that record companies like to go to the well as many times as possible to steal our money, often repackaging a band's hits different ways to produce several Greatest Hits compilations during the lifespan of a band, but I had never heard of two Greatest Hits CDs dropping on the same date. Upon further inspection, I found that Virgin Records, the same company that dropped the band from their roster several years ago, released Get on With It: The Best of Cracker (Virgin previously released a Cracker Greatest Hits collection, Garage d'Or, in 2000), whereas Cracker released Greatest Hits Redux. The difference? Greatest Hits Redux is the band's official release and contains rerecordings of all the songs along with a new track. And it's also a big middle finger to Virgin Records. David Lowery rocks!

SO WE WERE STANDING AROUND, FADING IN AND OUT OF FASHION

Speaking of Cracker, I'm actually going to see them in a few weeks. It's an acoustic show with Lowery and Johnny Hickman. I haven't been to a live show of any kind (other than this garbage) since seven months before Zoey was born. Long overdue. I'm also going to see Ween a few weeks after the Cracker show. I almost went to see Jenny Lewis the other night, but didn't feel like dealing with the "Dude, who brought their Dad?" comments all night long.

BAD VIBES, BROTHERS AND SISTERS

I would like to thank everyone who took the time to comment on my Friday Playdate entry. And even though there were differences in opinion, I would like to thank everyone for behaving in a civilized manner. No one made fun of anyone's hairstyle, weight, or marriage. Thank you for acting like adults.

AND EVERYDAY I RESOLVE TO SAY THE WORLD IS MINE

When I grow up, I hope to have an outlet so far-reaching that when someone or something irritates me, I can whip something up in a week and show it to the world.

Hats off, Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

WHEN HE BEARS HIS SCARS, HE'S A STAR

I'm probably going to lose the last remaining ounce of credibility I have left (Who am I kidding? I never had any to begin with.), but one of my favorite guilty pleasures started back up this week: Blow Out. This show follows hairdresser-of-the-stars Jonathan Antin, an egotistical, demanding, rockstar/drama queen who cries at the drop of a hat, especially in his therapy sessions. It's great television.

SUNDAY MORNING HANGOVER

I'm lazy this week, so I've only got one link for you. But this entry is so powerful (at least to me), it kind of deserves to have the spotlight all to itself:

• Dutch learns what it means to be a selfish parent.