Sometimes there are those spans of time that if I ever get famous and write an autobiography, this would be one of them, either for the most bizarre things to happen. I guess the story starts last week, when I bought Rock Band. I get the bundle home and tear into it like a little kid on Christmas morning. When I get to my guitar, its rattling inside, the fret buttons and strum bar are messed up, and I have to get a coffin for it. Coffin comes Tuesday, its UPS, now, the closest UPS drop off from my house is the Staples I used to work at and quit because after the 4th management change in 2