The Yardbirds go around on tour. Wooh - the Yardbirds! Jeff Beck! Eric Clapton! Jimmy Page!!!! Fuck yeah, let’s go see the Yardbirds.

The Zombies need to be in the R&R HoF. The current touring band with Colin, Rod Argent, their cousin Jim Rodford from The Kinks, and session guys is fantastic. That Colin Blunstone can sing this spectacularly well at this age is a miracle.

This is extremely solid advice. My wife took off for 18 years to raise our daughter and watch soap operas. When she went back to work she made it look like she had been working all along: she helped out at the school, which translated to being their accountant. Her friend’s father died; he ran a small accounting firm…

I have an overnight fishing trip with high school chums every spring. We all bring as much beer as if we are still 20 years old, even though we are now 50-year-old-farts who drink as much water and Gatorade as beer, and switch to coffee at some point. I bring a gigantic cooler with about a case in it, and other guys…

When I saw the headline my first thought was YEEESSSSS! My second thought was “Oh shit, I hope it’s Johnny Blaze and not Danny Ketch”. Nope, it’s the guy in the Charger. The disappointment is staggering.

You put pepperoncini in it? Mmm, that sounds good. I’ve thrown in sundried tomatoes a couple times, and even chopped olives.

What kind of Italians want to eat pasta with butter and cheese? That’s what my Irish-American friends eat. Simmer some garlic in olive oil, toss in some red pepper and cheese and maybe some herbs. Make these poor old coots some decent aglio e olio.

306 events, the overwhelming majority being things that 99.9995% of the population of the world gives zero shits about for the 206 weeks between Olympics. Canoe slalom? Bantamweight Taekwondo? It absolutely boggles the mind that billions are spent and made on this utter nonsense.

My Tampa experience other than 2 visits to Busch Gardens:

Here’s one to add to your list: Fred Basset. How the fuck is this even a comic strip? Most of the time there’s not even an attempt at humor, it’s just the dog saying something to the reader.

There was a months-long story arc in the comics called Spider-Verse, where this group called the Inheritors were going to every alternate universe and killing off the Spider-Men (and -Women, and -Pigs) to increase their power or something. I mean, they killed the Spidey in the Hostess ads, the 80s “Amazing Friends”…

The funniest Nancy comics are whenever a country or old rock star dies, and then 3 weeks later there’s a strip of Aunt Fritzi weeping on her couch listening to the decedent’s music on her record player. Every time. He must have the template saved or something, that weirdo hack.

I really enjoyed For Better or For Worse before the re-launch. It unfolded in real time, there were compelling stories as the characters aged and stuff happened to them while still being funny (as opposed to morose like Funky Winkerbean). So the writer decided to junk all that and go back to a frozen in time “my kids…

Get Fuzzy was great until the guy stopped publishing regularly and papers started dropping him.

It didn’t get enough votes, possibly because the idiots running the NY Daily News dropped it, but F Minus is the heir to the Far Side and the funniest strip in 20+ years. Here read all day instead of doing work.

You are insane. We are all entitled to our own opinions, but yours is bad.

I had a huge print of it hanging next to my desk when I had a nice big office years ago. One time this new guy came in to talk to me and he just stopped, staring, and looked kind of sick. Later we laughed about how the happiest moment of one person’s life can be the worst of another’s. Though I thought it a little…

I was at that NLCS game too. I was so despondent afterwards that it made me decide I could never take sports that hard/seriously again. It’s a much healthier outlook.

30 years and probably thousands of viewings later, I still get tears of joy every time I see the ball go through Buckner’s legs. There are other moments like the Piazza 9/21 home run, and I was pretty sobby through all of Mike’s speeches these last couple of weeks.

I wonder if that board has the names Coulson, Daisy, May and Bobbi on it. Because it should, dammit!