Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

Yeah, in light of the very last post, let me just say ...

Is this what happens when you become invested in someone's musical catalog?

You start (unfairly, of course) to voice your disdain for what appear to be ill-advised choices? I know it's pointless and lame, but I'm at work and the thought of having to look through yet another spreadsheet is killing me right now, so you know.

Johnny baby, I have friends who have tsk-tsk'd my allegiance to you, touting what at the time seemed like insufficient claims for your entrance into tooldom (see below).

There were stories from your early days -- dalliances with bevvies of co-eds as you strummed your way to stardom, tales of make-out sessions with your mic (see above), even the overdone logo placement on an otherwise most excellent red scarf, but I overlooked these things. I like your rambling banter between songs, your witty and curious observations. You are funny to me, reminding me of the cute and smart, but semi-slacker rocker dude that was never in any of my high school college prep classes. We would've been friends (... and I would know how to play a chord on my freakin' guitar whereas you, my good man, would have a most excellent backup singer for this current "soul path" on which you now find yourself).

But now? Dude. This whole "Johnica" thing? 

I don't know yo, but so far I can't shake the "Split-Screen Sadness" vibe I'm getting from these images. If you marry her, I hope y'all make it long enough not to have to split all your stuff because that won't be cool, and you best not be planning on any duets or doing any reality TV shows. You don't wanna go out like that, do you? I dunno holmes, but it feels like you actually did go run through the halls of your high school and shout at the pretty blonde cheerleader girl you might not have been cool enough for back then.

But now you've got that rockstar cool (... uh, I was gonna say swagger, but youseem more like a lumberer to me than a swaggerer) and are rich and visible to the public, which is good for she-who-is-forging-some-kind-of-movie-career. Fear not. I'm not some crazed fanatic, just a concerned listener hoping you don't become tethered to tooldom. You got a good thing; pray, let the Continuum continue. But dude. Beware of shots like this one, because they are not helping my defensive arguments.

About a few things.

Mayer made over.