Granted, hot dogs are really good when you're drunk, but WHY ARE THERE SO MANY HOT DOGS ON 10TH AND PIKE? Plus, Po Dog one block away. Is there really that much of a market for lips and assholes on Friday and Saturday nights? Also, it seems pretty obvious that traffic should be closed on Pike between Broadway and 12th on the weekends. That way people could eat hot dogs in the middle of the street. It's just safer. Remember three years ago at the Capitol Hill Block Party when Tim Harrington of Les Savy Fav ran over to the stand outside Comet and put condiments on someone's dog for them in the middle of a song? That shit happened. I have pictures.

The collaboration between Al "Dark Side of the Spoon" Jourgensen of Ministry and Ian "Godfather of Hardcore" MacKaye of Fugazi? Yes, it happened, and it resulted in Trait, a four-song EP on Wax Trax. And it's pretty much what you'd expect: static, dark industrial rock, with MacKaye shouting defiant rants over the top of it. My older brother gave me Trait, along with Hüsker Dü's Zen Arcade, when he left the "bad crowd" to run for senior class president (he turned out all right anyway).

A couple friends and I went to Rock Box on Saturday night. They comped us a little room and we had a great time. Rooms are regularly $7 per person per hour, so you can lose an arm and a leg if you're not careful. It's cavernous in there. There are even rooms upstairs. You have to leave a credit card at the front desk as collateral for an iPad that searches for your songs and talks to the karaoke machine, so it's stressful when your drunk buddy spills his beer all over the table. They had the good sense to put some reverb and delay on the vocals so you at least have a chance to not sound like total shit. The urinal in the men's bathroom is really weird. It's basically just a hole in the wall that you pee in and then it flushes itself. Fancy.