11.12.02
Bring me my riot.
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So I'm sitting here on the couch, furrowing my brow over this not-so-easy freelance assignment, when Tim comes over and says, "I'm going to the P.O. You want me to stop at Best Buy for a little riot act?"

What? A riot act? Why would I want you to — oh. Oh.

Riot Act.

In other words, the new Pearl Jam CD. It came out today, and I forgot. I forgot. What does this mean? In the past, I'd have camped out at Tower on Monday night, waiting for the strike of midnight to bring forth Tuesday, not to mention an X-Acto-wielding employee who might tear into that first, glorious box. I'd fork over cash. (It's totally faster.) And on the way to my car, I'd tear open the shrink wrap and gaze fetishistically at the packaging.

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