A great remixer knows how to pick out the little nuances listeners loved about the original song and either bring them to the forefront or showcase them in a new light. It's an opportunity to fall in love all over again.

During a recent YouTube quest for remixes of popular '80s songs, I stumbled upon a user by the name of DjProducerMattPop, a producer from the Netherlands who creates some gloriously danceable remixes.

I have not one, but two engineers in my immediate family (different types, too!), so I found "An Engineer's Guide to Cats" to be particularly relevant and enlightening. Also, the cat yodeling made me laugh until I cried.

It also led me to consider what kind of guide a newspaper person might create for cats. One thought immediately sprang to mind:

"In the event you run out of litter and can't bring yourself to hoof it all the way to the 24-hour super Wal-Mart, you know what makes a reasonably absorbent substitute? Newspaper. It's hard to be overly impressed with yourself when you realize your life's work can also be used as kitty cat toilet paper."

There's even a brand of kitty litter called Yesterday's News - it's made out of recycled newspapers. No joke. They also make litter for bunnies and ferrets.

I feel kind of proud, actually. With every edition of The Week in Preview and every article I write, I'm doing my part to build a greener tomorrow. Or something like that.

See for yourself at Garfield Minus Garfield, where some clever Internet person posts "Garfield" comic strips with Garfield himself removed. The results are poignant, post-modern, and occasionally hilarious. April 14th and April 17th made me laugh so hard I teared up a little.

Even "Garfield" creator Jim Davis finds the concept entertaining, although he has no plans to do away with America's favorite overweight cat. Which is a good thing, because then the millions of cat owners who talk to their cats might realize how neurotic we they really are.

Excuse me. I have to go call home and and talk on the answering machine for a few minutes to make sure my kitty doesn't get lonely.

My Wednesday has officially been made. Joy Electric, my all-time favorite electronic pop outfit, just posted a new song on their MySpace. It's the title track of their newest CD, "My Grandfather the Cubist," which will be released on May 27th.

I've listened to the song three times already (whoops, I just hit "refresh" - that makes it four) and it's really quite lovely. Excellently crafted nostalgic electronic goodness. Totally expect to see a review of the complete CD on press play once my preordered copy arrives.

Something startling happened this morning.

As I pulled into work, on came a song by the girl Formerly Known As Destiny Hope Cyrus.  To those of you under-the-rock dwellers, that would be Miley Cyrus, who is a 15-year-old television, movie and singing star, and who now reigns over the lands of Tween and Teen.  (Her dad, country star Billy Ray Cyrus, is Formerly Known As Most Horrifying Mullet Man.)

Former punk palace CBGB's shuttered its doors in October 2006. I knew its graffiti-covered walls could not remain untouched forever. But news that it has become an upscale fashion boutique just turns my stomach.

Au revoir, Destiney.  You were, apparently, too much groupie, too little true love for Bret Michaels.

But, really, and I can’t believe I’m going to write this sentence, I kind of feel for Destiney. 

Some news items are just too awesome.

This is one. 

You know, I am sure Randy Jackson has a lot of talent in the music biz, or he would not have gotten to where he is, BUT the man needs a fashion consultant.

What's up with the skull sweater?

With the departure of Jessica, "the sweet one," from "Rock of Love 2" I now officially have no understanding of how the rock star defines "love."

My eyes don't focus so well in the mornings (let alone my brain), so I've been toying with the idea of getting the Bible on CD so I can listen to it in the car on the way to work instead of trying to read it when I first wake up.

Unfortunately, I need something lively, bouncy, even, to keep me sharp and focused while I'm driving. The sonorous tones of James Earl Jones toiling through the King James Version are not gonna cut it for me.

For a while, it looked like there were only two options:

1) Drive to work while listening to a boringly-read Bible CD and be spiritually strengthened for the day, but run the risk of waking up with the car half over a median.

2) Keep the car on the road to the tune of such classics as "Hadashi no Cinderella Boy" and "Fever to Future," but miss out on the spiritual equivalent of breakfast.

And then, a miracle happened. One of my favorite American voice actors recorded the Gospel of John in my favorite Bible translation, and a friend of a friend of a friend was kind enough to send it my way.

I tell you, you have not truly experienced the Bible until you've heard Vic Mignogna do the Pharisee voice.