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We here at media5 most certainly do not condone the ownership of people. Especially football players. We simply can not help but conjure up images of some former Heisman trophy recipient, locked in a basement, veiled in a "gimp" mask and forced to call out plays that simply won't move the offense down the field of scrimmage. If by chance, you've found yourself in this particular situation, we ask that you motor yourself and you’re your captive over to the nearest Wal-Mart and release this poor fellow.

And what makes you so sure of your imaginary victory over our poor honor student? How do you know that our scholar doesn't have a pituitary gland disorder that makes him 8 feet tall? Sure he's a bit uncoordinated but his stamina will certainly factor in after the first round or two. Someone, including us, needs a hug. And a teddy bear.

So we got all dolled up and went out and bought our first pre-owned space ship today. Now Lance Bass can take a ride with us to the moon. It’s only going to be a day trip because we had no idea it was going to take this much gas. It’s actually rocket fuel but let’s not get technical. We love technical. We love you. Maybe we don’t tell you that enough but we do. Big hug.

Ok, we’ve got a joke for you…How many actors does it take to change a light bulb? Wait, that wasn’t the joke… Hold on. Let us think for a second. Oh never mind. The moment is gone. It would have been funny if someone else had told it correctly.

Every road leads us back to Neil Halstead. He’s the singer for Mojave 3 but his solo work is special. “Sleeping on Roads” is that solo record. Brilliant stuff.

We’re kinda toying with the idea of turning this into an mp3 blog where we’ll post a song of the day as well as gossip about other records and whatnot. It may happen. It may not. We’re about as decisive as an oil slick. You do the math. We haven’t done math since the fall of the Berlin Wall. Wait, it might have even been before that. Communism confuses us. As do the songs played over the ice cream truck loud speaker. It’s dripping. media5