I'm invincible, because he's invincible

An ipod hifi without wireless technology OF ANY SORT is like a stereo with no benefits at all.

So after paying a discreet 2x fee to stubhub, and sitting through a bit of banging by this fellow The Manufacturers have become John Mayer fans. Additionally, we like his blog thusly: tons. He purportedly purchased a Palm Pilot and a G3 powerbook for some elaborate time-travel joke, which I appreciate. They are pictured on a marble countertop, which may be in his home. There's this excerpt about keeping in shape:

"Here's some stuff I was thinking about on the treadmill today. I don't bring my iPod to the gym anymore. I can't really explain it except to say that there's something unsatisfying about it. The songs kind of drill into my ear when I'm working out and I can't concentrate on the parts of the music I want to. (I told you I couldn't really explain it.)" --john mayer

See, it’s too much for me, the little girl or Abercrombie t-shirted dandy is waiting to come out of me (not what it sounds like) with just a little push towards pop. Mr. Mayer and the Whiny Athletes (working title, unconfirmed) put on a good show, and that’s coming from someone who (as many of you may know) entertains nightly with only occasional (emergency) stops in mediocrityville. He didn't talk much at the concert but offered something about cats and kittens that he wished we all blog about, and in so doing, I hope he thinks of me if this fellow ever quits. Even the tags are funny on that linked video! touche , Mr. Mayer (not what it sounds like, couldn't find accent aigu on stupid US keyboard (?!))