I know some of my extended relatives sometimes look at this blog, so if any of you guys are reading this, please, whatever else you do with your leisure income (and assuming you've got some, since that's not always a guarantee these days), go out and get Ne-Yo's Year of the Gentleman. It's the best album of the year, sure, but it's also the kind of album my aunts, uncles, cousins, and mom who like music will fall flat down over, just like I have: it's all I've wanted to listen to for the past three weeks, and it just gets better and deeper with repetition. Bob, James (and B), Maria, Lorie, Tera, Marissa, and of course (especially) Cathy: trust me on this one, and I hope to see you at Christmas.