Don't close your eyes

Another iTunes questions! Oh boy! (And posted early on Saturday, so very few of you will probably see it.)
So I have a playlist (called Stay Awake) that I would play while trying to get to sleep. iTunes has that feature where it counts how many times you listen to each track, and I think that the tracks on this playlist are likely to get a rather high play count. I'm not certain what all this play count affects, but I don't suppoze there's a way to tell iTunes not to count played tracks sometimes, is there? If it becomes a problem, I suppose I can just reset the individual track counts to zero.

On a night like this

Random facts post--mostly to assemble them in one place for me.

Mix discs proceed apace.
Ten Inches the Hard Way (NIN): 45 minutes
And Sometimes 'Y' (Sarah Vowell): 25 minutes
Everybody Comes to Rick's (Ar Noir): 47 minutes
Jonathan Wallace--BAA: 36 minutes
Poison From the Cure: 60 minutes
Prince in a Can: 46 minutes
Keeping Up With the Smiths: 40 minutes
Songs to Be Arrested by in a Taxicab on the Way to the Airport: 15 minutes
U2's W4 (needs a cooler name): 41 minutes

Driving statistics:
70 MPH==31 MPG
Avg time to/from work*: 21.6 minutes
Avg cost to/from work**: $2.62
80 MPH==27 MPG
Avg time to/from work*: 18.6 minutes
Avg cost to/from work**: $3.01

*Assumes constant speed, even off freeway. Not true but I'm not interested in calculating how long I'm off the freeway in a 35 zone, how long in a 25 zone, and where on the freeway I am unlikely to be at stated speed.
**Assumes $3.25 a gallon, which earlier was too low and lately is too high.

Don't do it

So if Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends was not already at the top of my 'Best Current Animated Shows' list, this morning it would have hit the list.
Mister Harriman, the posh imaginary rabbit who runs the home, doesn't like dogs because dogs chase rabbits.
Frankie, the granddaughter of the home's owner and general lackey, is reassuring him, and says "Relax, Mister Harriman, there are no dogs in the house."
Bloo, the most annoying imaginary friend ever, says, "Yeah, Mister H, Frankie says Relax."

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And now I have that damned song stuck in my head. Thanks, Sir Paul. And, uh, happy birthday I guess.
EDIT Not the song from the subject line. It's Paul McCartney's 64th birthday today and that was below the fold news for the Chron.