no one knows what it's for

I'm very possessive of my Saturdays. Because Maura spends the better part of the day grocery shopping and checking out yard sales, Saturday is the one day of the week where I'm free to do work around the house or goof off for long stretches without having to worry about pending obligations or inconveniencing the wife in any way (not really an issue, but I work better when I don't have to second-guess others' intentions).

As both my roster of household chores and backlog of games/books/movies has grown over the past three-and-a-half years, every minute of my personal sabbath is precious and an hour spent talking shit on the phone is an hour NOT spent doing something I had intended on doing.

Posting to Armagideon Time on the weekends has also become something of a wasteful expenditure of time in recent months. The site's weekend traffic is always anemic and it's a pain to take the time to come up the idea for, then compose post that amounts to more than just a "funny" out of context image and a music link.

And yet here I am, typing away about it, when I really want to be downstairs rampaging through Liberty City's virtual streets. When I last posted something along these lines, some asshole commenter made a crack about my having an OCD.

That assessment was pure bullshit (and no one's forcing you to read AT, Mr. Anonymous Q. Shitheel). The reason for the weekend posts is quite simple: an awareness of my own sense of inertia. It's easier to keep with the daily schedule than to let my deep-seated sense of personal complacency creep into the mix.

The above serves as a long-winded introduction for the solution to my dilemma:

AT's Saturday Mixtape

This inaugural edition contains a selection of favorites from the driving mix CD-R's I used to cobble together before Super Lumina's CD player shit the bed and I started using our Zune instead. One of the tricky parts of compiling tracklists for driving mixes was negotiating the subtle, yet important differences between Maura's musical tastes and mine...because that woman is not afraid to let her opinions be known in the most brutal manner.

This mix runs heavy on the punk/powerpop, with some token electronica and alt-rock tracks tossed in to break up the monotony. Also included is the requisite "Yes, I know she hates it, but I'm the one making the disc" track, which should be fairly easy to spot.