Somewhere in Seattle, or Athens, maybe Chapel Hill, or Austin, some kid in a garage band has dreams of owning quality Canadian loudspeakers and is surfing some message boards. Lo and behold, he is hit with a revelation. Tonight, when he meets up with his mates for band practice, he will share with them his new inspiration:

"Dudes, henceforth and forever more we will known as 'Dead Cat Condolences.'"

Bears, beets, Battlestar Galactica.