It's been such a depressing weekend. Rainy, cold, and mostly boring. We built a bookshelf yesterday, and despite a reward of delicious chocolate cake, it was a hollow victory. So I cleaned some, and composed some, and generally just felt crappy. Ben Folds isn't helping. Neither is this article. This one is pretty funny, though:

Years ago, Mick Jagger received a seven-figure advance to write his memoirs. He eventually returned the money, saying he couldn’t remember anything of significance.

Various HST links:

• Fark discussion
  
• Final ESPN column
  
• ESPN archives
  
• Some random fan site