"with zero fillings, revealed by the so-so joke--"Have you heard the news about Schrodinger's Cat? It died today; wait--it didn't, did, didn't, did ..."; high-volume discourse on who's the best Bond; on Gilmour and Waters and Syd; on hyperreality; dollar-pound parity; Sartre, Bart Simpson, Barthes's myths; "Make mine a double"; George Michael's stubble; "Like, music expired with the Smiths"; urbane and entitled, for the most part, my peers; their eyes, hopes, and futures all starry; fetal think-tankers, judges, and bankers in statu pupillari; they're sprung from the loins of the global elite (or they damn well soon will be); power and money, like Pooh Bear and honey, stick fast--I don't knock it, it's me; and speaking of loins, "Has anyone told"