j and i had one of the stupid moments on the playa. you know, the kind of moment where everyone's pupils look like quarters and the bare sight of a simple art car, decorated with plain green neon, crammed with burners, is enough to make you cry. well, i remember taking j's hand in mine and whispering, "i love music too."

J can be a source of immeasurable frustration such that, like the Gumby brothers but with nothing redeemingly quaint about it, you'd like to smash your head between two bricks. When you see J however, you usually feel like giving him a hug.

J is very serious -- he wears army boots to bed -- but he nevertheless has a composite and refined sense of humor.

J likes his music loud and his voices soft.

J has a very acerbic shell but a surprisingly tender chewy center.

Overall, I recommend J but caution consumers to strictly adhere to the care and handling guidelines.