Just so you know, if you put anything anywhere on the web, I now own it. (And if I use your stuff and it’s crummy, I’m billing you.) Because hey, that’s how it works.

Here’s where to find  your fucking polling place.

Please remember to vote tomorrow in this other, crucial, election!

The election isn’t until Tuesday, but I’d like to thank Meg Whitman for the public service she’s rendered in personally trying to plug California’s deficit  by buying goods and services here. She’s still slightly shy of spending $150 million of her own money as promised, but as I said, there are still two days to go. I thank her, and so do all the printers and caterers and designers and consultants (including one who’s billing $90,000 a month). We never believed you were a fiscal conservative anyway, and we know you don’t care about democracy since you’ve never voted. But when you promised to fix California’s deficit, clearly, you truly meant to do all you could. Personally.

It’s not a pretty picture.

This makes for a better lesson than any episode of “Davey and Goliath.”

Why are Democrats who are actually running for election worse representatives of their viewpoints than, well, an animated dog?

I say it all the time: The attack ads of 2010 don’t hold a candle to those of 1800. Here’s proof.

Here’s the list — and yes, I have flown most of these in the past year. The list isn’t long enough, and the sniping isn’t nearly enough vicious.

NPR is offering streaming of a number of new releases. Regular readers of this blog will understand why I’ve selected the one I have.

Here’s the place to hear the entirety of Brian Eno’s new disk, “Small Craft on a Milk Sea.” (So far it sounds like outtakes from the soundtrack to Myst. And yes, I bought the soundtrack to Myst forever ago.) Fair warning: This particular small craft will be available to you only until November 2nd, when the disk goes on sale (and free streaming thus ends).

IFC is running “Trail of the Screaming Forehead,” a camp spoof of 1950’s low-budget horror films that  (my honorary Uncle) Rich Roesberg swears is deserving of your time, and of a plug on this blog. It’s on this Friday, so you and I can be the judge of that.