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Speaking of music, here's a confession: I've become hooked on Steely Dan. Here's a band that I never, ever listened to -- even though I always had it in my mind that this was one of those bands that you were supposed to be into, at least according to the cognoscenti. But there at the library last week, sitting on a shelf, was a greatest hits CD and I don't know why, I swear I don't, I just grabbed it. And since last Tuesday or so it's been on repeat in my work computer -- 8 hour days of nonstop Steely Dan. It's so damn catchy, even that song that has Michael McDonald (have I mentioned my hatred of him?) doing backing vocals.

Even funnier (to me) than my newfound obsession (and the only thing stopping me from getting their entire back catalogue is that the library, surprisingly, doesn't have much beyond greatest hits) is that when I mentioned it to the guys on, um, D&D night, it turns out that others have gone through this before. Rick claimed to have been addicted to Steely Dan (I'm not quite ready to start calling them "the Dan" yet...give it time) for about a year before coming to his senses. How long will it take me to get clean?