If someone could be so kind as to send me a copy of Louder Than Bombs on vinyl, cassette or CD, that would be super wizard mind fuck sweet. Oh, I'll take a Starbucks gift card too so that I can get some Green Tea Lattes. Then I'll have all the fixins to make more minimalist/devoid of emotion/sarcastic/minimalist/evangelical/totally serious/minimalist (f)art like I did in two thousand and seven...or was it eight. I dunno cuz I try it all ya know. Like Jo, the unwed mother. Now don't you go saying you didn't get any gift ideas from me.