Don't get me wrong. I love They Might Be Giants. But when your iPod drops "Birdhouse in Your Soul" into the mix right after a 15-minute full-rage rant by Henry Rollins, it's the mental equivalent of spark-tossing gear grinding, and it's all you can do not to toss the sucker across the room with a great earth-shattering furious roar.

I think I need to cut back on my Rollins intake.