So I'm at this bar for a friend's birthday. This chick is buying Cristal by the bottle plus shots for not only six of us, but the group next to us. I feel like the dude from Airplane, "Picked a bad day to quit drinking!"

All of a sudden I'm like this responsible parent...without the nuisance of children. WTF? I come home to DiS. The freakin' editor is drunk beyond belief, and there's a good chance he's gonna wake up next to some other guy. Boy, is he in for a helluva morning! There are more aliases than I can keep track of, and everyone's pissed and pissed off. It's the internet equivalent of dad coming home and finding his kid's had a party and the house is trashed. Tsk, tsk.

There's bound to be a lot of bad breath, cigarettes in beer bottles, and unexplained bruises when the DiS gang wakes up. Not a time for loud rock 'n roll. Something a little quieter. Stereolab, perhaps. Sigur Ros. Stuff like that.

Now, all you hooligans go brush your teeth, take a cold shower, and shake it off. I hate Sigur Ros.

Minimum Volume Music!