Don't you just hate it when you can't successfully trace the genealogy of a particular quote, one that's been bangin' around inside your head? I had that issue just recently, unable to remember who originally uttered this nugget of an endorsement: "It makes me feel like I'm in a hovercraft in a Philip K. Dick movie."
There's something to be said for mystery-bands, groups so obscure that they share a profile on last.fm with three other ensembles with the same name, (I'm looking at you, Rogues) or others that release a bang-up EP or debut, then immediately announce a hiatus, and six years later they're all but vanished.
It's been more than two weeks since the US election by now, and I'm going to acknowledge this event best by not acknowledging it much at all. Apart from the occasional nightmarish dream like the one I had this morning, where my egomaniacal father had somehow merged with the meglomaniacal president elect and the two were one person, I'm doing just "fine."