You may remember that a month or so ago I pledged, as an experiment in innovative consumption, not to buy a new CD for an entire year. Some of you — agnotheists I suppose — said I wouldn’t last three weeks but you were wrong. I lasted three weeks and two days. As I carried my CD up to the counter at Borders, the sales clerk smiled gently. He then announced that he was a loyal MR reader who visits the blog twice a day. I didn’t even have to agonize over whether I was obliged to report my weakness to you all.
I haven’t unwrapped it yet.