I’VE BEEN READING TONY PIERCE’S BOOK, which came in the mail today. I got copy 49/125, and it’s autographed, so my retirement is taken care of. I figure it’ll fetch a cool million quatlus at Sotheby’s by the time I’m ready to quit my day job and travel the galaxy.

I also popped Pieter K’s CD in the car today and listened to most of it. It’s quite cool — vaguely like Thievery Corporation, but somehow both funkier and more cerebral, even though that sounds like a contradiction. I like it very much. Between the two, it was an all-blogger-entertainment day.

I like the CD player, too. The old CD player died — the Passat’s cupholder is perilously close to the dash, and a bad pothole splashed my daughter’s Sprite into the tape-player opening, which produced irreversible death. That was, in a way, a good thing. I replaced the original — which had the changer in the back — with a new one that still has the changer but also has a slot in the dash. The rear-mounted CD changer is one of those things that sounds like a good idea, but that leaves you listening to the same CDs over and over.

Anyway, I had planned to finish grading papers from my National Security Law seminar this afternoon, and I still have a couple to go, and it’s all Tony’s fault. Bloggers are good at occupying your spare moments even when you’re offline, apparently.