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Thursday, December 13, 2001
Sometime between 12:43 and 12:44 p.m. today I actively began hating music criticism for no discernable reason.

Music criticism is the most useless, pretentious thing on earth.

And I say that simply because I don't understand it at all.

However, at 1:09 p.m. this radio station began playing, in full, an album by Rufus Wainright called "Poses", voted by their listeners as no. 6 of the year. I am currently held captive by it, unable to tear my ears away long enough to get lunch or pee, and have decided that I must own it.

I don't want to know what music critics thought of it, either.