I'm getting tired of being unable to ignore the pretentious people out of either duty or affection. (yes, including me.) So I'm listening to the Spoken Jazz CD of Bub that he gave me before he realized I was a minor, and more importantly was not going to go drink with him in his VW. I guess I'm not really listening to it, I put it on just to have the satisfaction of ignoring it. Really it almost makes sense. Just trust me on this one.