I know

he's been missing since 1995, but this still makes me sad.

Missing Manic Street Preachers guitarist Richey Edwards has been declared as presumed dead, a band spokeswoman confirmed yesterday.

The Welsh musician disappeared 13 years ago, at the age of 27. Despite alleged sightings across the world, many believe Edwards, whose car was found near the Severn Bridge, took his own life.

His parents Graham and Sherry Edwards have now been granted a court order for him to be declared presumed dead, Manic Street Preachers publicist Terri Hall said today.

Random ten

1. Revolution- Robbie Williams
2. New York Christmas- Rob Thomas
3. Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto- James Brown
4. I Want to Hold Your Hand- T.V. Carpio
5. Me Plus One (Glastonbury '07)- Kasabian
6. Figure It Out- Maroon 5
7. The Jean Genie- David Bowie
8. Slow- Kylie Minogue
9. Stop Me- Mark Ronson feat. Daniel Merriweather
10. I Wish- Babyshambles

Bonus-
11. Clowns- Goldfrapp
12. Everybody's Changing- Lily Allen

Radio, Radio

As I failed to charge my beloved Nano sufficiently last night, it died midway through the workday. Since our CD at the shop is jacked to hell, Mom and I were forced to listen to the radio.

Several things-

1. My God, how much does Nickelback suck? NOT EVERY LINE HAS TO RHYME!!!

2. I love 'Violet Hill' by Coldplay. So sue me, I'm a sucker for strings.

3. Whoever covered 'I'm A Believer' recently ought to be first up against the wall when the revolution comes.

4. Also, whoever wrote 'So What' by Pink is a friggin' musical genius. BURNS. INTO. YOUR. BRAIN.

5. Jesus H. Christ, Richard Marx is on now. Right, am going home.

Sometimes,

people make me very, very stabby.

Yesterday, these two old battle axes came into the shop. They proceeded to-

1. Find every item that the price had fallen off of, and ask "HOW MUCH IS THIS?" Yes, they shouted.

2. Wanted to look at merchandise high up in a display, necessitating me getting out the step ladder.

Then they failed to buy said merchandise.

3. Used the bathroom. Plugged the stool.

Didn't purchase anything.

GRRRRR...

The old man and the beer

Last weekend, my girl Stace was in town and we went out for drinkies and dinner. After a lovely meal, we adjourned to the bar in the local restaurant, where we proceeded to chat for hours.

Then, we got company.

Now, Stace and I are not unattractive young women in our early 30s, well dressed, have all our original teeth, etc... so we attracted a fair amount of attention from the codger contingent propping up the bar.

I don't mind, since said oldies generally buy drinks for cute girls, and hey, it's free alcohol. I don't care what this says about my personality. FREE DRINKS. And they usually leave you alone. Win/win situ, y'all.

Anyway, my point.

The waitress brought us over a Bud Light draw (me) and vodka tonic (Stace) and pointed to the guy that purchased them for us. Then he came over, pulled up a chair, and attempted to hit on us. We were not 'aving it. The free drinks, yes. The aging-more-rapidly-than-he-thinks farmer? Nyet.

My parents were young when they got married (18) and had me (20), so anyone 10 years older than me... getting uncomfortably close to the ages of the parentals. And this dude graduated 2 years after my mom.

Whenever I'm confronted with this situation I simply start talking about my dad and my uncles. A lot. (we're pretty well known around here).

Sends out the signal- "Dude, you're slightly younger than my freaking DAD. ICKY."

Works like a charm.