This afternoon I was driving down the street with the window down, the sunroof open and my new mix CD blaring when a bird took a shit in my hair.

The mix CD, I am thrilled to announce, is all finished up. I’ve obsessed long enough. I’ve got a cover designed, a track listing typed up; I just need to burn and print the artwork for 30 CDs. (Thanks again to Sir Mildred Pierce for the materials to make the entire batch. SMP, your envelope will recieve a bonus CD, as you requested. I’ve hand-selected you the finest 74 minutes of happy hardcore I could locate.*)

So, e-mail me those mailing addresses if you’ve been promised a shiny, happy (and a little bit sad) disc thingie. And if you haven’t, well, I’m feeling generous, so if anybody else thinks they can dig Phil Collins covers (okay, just one, but it so rules) then say so below. I’m gonna mail out five more. First five folks to speak up, I guess. I want to spread the gift of my favorite songs to all and sundry.

Because, dammit, I worked hard on it. I consider it a little letter to your brain from me to you. It isn’t perfect. Not even close. There are some beautiful songs on there though, songs that make me hurt every fucking time. Songs that make me giggle. Songs that make me wince and sigh and laugh. And I have to say there is just enough cheese to suit my needs, which I assure you is extra cheesy, so here’s hoping your tolerance runs pretty high.

However, I did spare you the all-male a capella choir version of the “Growing Pains” theme song. At least there is that.

*Just kidding. I like SMP and don’t wish him permanent brain damage.