If you've come to many of the Portland Nerd Dinners, then you may have had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of one Jason Olson.

Jason has take it upon himself to outfunny me at every single dinner, usually leaving me with a mild (and very temporary) case of asthma from the convulsive guffaws that quake through my body like the vibrations of a man-made vehicle leaving this planet at the rate of 13 kilometers per second (that's about 7 miles per second for you stupid yanks (wait - I'm a stupid yank (ah, well, whatever (actually, a "yank" is really someone from New England, but the term has grown to encompass people of all American flavors, so I don't think I'm using it incorrectly here (but does it really matter? (just drop it already! (gawd!))))))).

Anyway, Jason one-upped me, this time using my own song. I felt clever for what I accomplished with a waste basket in a hotel room in a city that was a mile up (that's about 1.6 kilometers for all you metric snobs out there) and lacking in the quantity of oxygen to which I had been accustomed during my life at something much closer to sea level, but Jason categorically wrecked me with his contribution.

The result of Jason's work is great. I call it "The Jason Olson Psychedelic Lederhosen Burning Man Remix 2000."

Don't deprive your MP3 player the pleasure of playing this song.