Recording an a capella version of King Crimson's "21st Century Schizoid Man" (via MeFi).

Publishing Woody Allen (in the latest New Yorker, unfortunately not appearing in the online version) using material apparently lifted from a 1972 Beetle Bailey strip ("Now in the debate over whether everything is particles or waves, Miss Kelly is definitely waves. You can tell she's waves every time she walks to the water cooler.")

Passing off as a newsworthy trend the self-congratulatory bash-throwing of your media-world pals (via ed). Check out that picture -- dude, don't spill that premium tequila!

Best of all --staying up late chronicling ephemera on the Web!