Portishead, Roseland NYC Live. Good creepy, funky scary stuff, just in time for Halloween. Unfortunately, they look to be defunct, and there’s no word on new releases from the band.

In other music news, Greg over at Airbag calls this one right on the nose; The U2 iPod looks like the A-Team van. Yuck.

Time Keeps on Slipping. or: I Hate Steve Miller. The Internet is broke today. I mean, it’s slow. Slow like molasses, slower than a dead snail. Things seem to be moving slowly all over the place today—for example, at the MVA emissions testing facility, which is conveniently located somewhere just west of Idaho. The employees seemed to be happy to let me sit in line for a half-hour while people behind me jockeyed their cars through the lanes and got done ahead of me (I was boxed in), while the disinterested ‘technician’ on my lane stood in front of his computer—a keyboard no more complicated than a Speak ‘N’ Spell—and stared out at the woods behind my car. (An aside: the Maryland emissions testing program, while a good and noble and green idea, does nothing but concentrate massive quantities of carbon monoxide over the testing station while we citizens wait hours for our turn in line. Imagine the helpful, friendly folks at your department of motor vehicles operating mechanical equipment and driving your car.) So I spent 45 minutes chewing on my steering wheel waiting for Employee Moron #17 to hook a gizmo to my gas cap, charge me $35, and drive my car through the garage at light speed.

Oh, I passed.