Saturday, January 14, 2012  Recover-arrrrgh! Also, BlogMeet  So,
I dashed out to the bank at the very last minute, having felt
not at all up to braving the gun show today. Probably a good
choice, given that the drive to the bank stuttered by like a
hand-cranked 16-fps[1] silent.  Fortunately, the drive back home
was a little less so and I'm feeling almost human.  Now I face a
dilemma! You see, there's an interesting documentary premiering
this evening -- interesting to me, at least, as it covers the
Indianapolis pop-music "radio wars" from the 196os through the
'80s. I was around for the very last tiny tail end of it (and
the epilogue), and grew up listening to the Indy stations before
that. So, way kewl, right?  Yeah, except I popped for the only
available advance tickets: the VIP package, which includes three
hours in a downtown bar, hobnobbing with "famous local radio
stars." I probably know half of them -- and they're nice guys --
but, um, three hours in a bar with disc jockeys? Who thought
that was a goo