Anyway, all of Koror hugs Tom, because how can you not? Tom is awesome. And I don't just say that in the sense that he is the hottest thing evah! to my maturing tastes. In fact, in explaining my great love of Tom, I will call upon an old expression often used by one of my college friends, which I will get to in a moment. But first, you must know that thanks to my Music Stylist, I had the pleasure last night of seeing The Frames at the 400 Bar in Minneapolis -- a show that delivered unto my soul such a sublime ass-kicking that it will take me at least three weeks to recover. At any rate, my Music Stylist is kind of the band's Creed-Haired mascot, and thus introduced me to Glen Hansard, the band's non-Creed-Haired singer/genius, who is, as it happens, (1) hilarious; (2) bawdy; (3) brilliant; and (4) Irish. Said I to my Music Stylist: "I have no defense against that demographic." An expression I stole, many years ago, from a friend. So as to Tom, the silver-haired monsterously poweful New York firefighter? I can only say: I have no defense against that demographic. (Oh, and not that I would tell you how to live, but seriously, seriously, if you never take my word for anything else, ever, as long as you live? Buy this. And this, too, but if you want to know why I have no defense against that demographic, buy the first one.