After a couple hours, I tried to check out the "God's First Solo Exhibit" at Priceless Works, but it turns out that the Stranger suggested going on the wrong day. Finding the gallery was tricky enough, Carolyn is a Fremont resident and even she didn't know exactly where it was located. Finding it empty meant that I had time to kill before catching the next bus.
So, I hung out at the Sonic Boom across the street and bought the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah CD. After a couple of listens this afternoon, I think that I'm willing to say that the hype is justified. It's kind of in the neighborhood of Neutral Milk Hotel, the Mountain Goats, and the Arcade Fire. Not exactly, but a good confluence of those sorts of elements.
Finally, there's an Arrested Development mini-marathon on just as I'm doing laundry and contemplating a plan. Or non-plan. But in one episode Michael seems to have a Sidekick that he doesn't use in a Sidekicky way.