Not yet 11 AM and the downstairs neighbor is once again beating his Donnas CD into the ground. I'm going to start a collection around the apartment complex to get him a gift certificate to Best Buy so the guy can at least add a little variety to his life.

Actually, the overwhelming temptation right now is to cue up my own Donnas disc in the player and blast it, but put it just a second or so off in the tempo of his, to see if it drives him nuts.

Disarming your foes with science.