What's with me and being around people that throw up? It there some cosmic magic that draws others to my location when they feel the need to taste lunch a second time around? In college I'd always wined up in the bathroom when someone storms in and makes a sacrifice to the porcelain gods. Today, i was stopped at a red light in Breezewood (The City of Motels) when the dude in front of me opens his door and decided to spew out across the highway. How lovely. Later in the evening I played some Trivial Pursuit game about pop culture. I sucked it up. Who cares about that crap anyway? Pop culture? How about pop stupidture.