I sent in this little story to SFist about our encounter with the Mayor at Sheila’s goodbye party

A bit of arcania, I guess. Saw a sticker for a band in a urinal (!) at O’Neill’s pub in San Mateo. The sticker saiid “TSR” and I geekily remembered this old DOS-era technology that I hadn’t thought about for years.

Get your demographic (narrowly defined) into a room and let ’em sample a huge number of songs, and rate ’em. Then tally it up and play ’em. Yes, yawn.