That Beckett quote from _Happy Day_ is my New Years Resolution *every* year.

And cry a whole lot. It's great, though.

Interesting and troubling.

So am I and so do I.

I stand corrected. Franz Ferdinand only became the heir because Rudolf killed himself.

Tennessee, for example.

Alice B. Tokin'! [Crickets]… I'll show myself out.

You are welcome, sir.

Bish, is the graphic novel good? I've just seen excerpts.

I will have check that out. I haven't seen Mira Sorvino since _The Replacement Killers_. Rowr! Hubba-Hubba!
Of course, as a starving citizen of Leningrad during the siege, she's probably not exactly working the glamor angle, here.

Byron Farwell's _The Great War in Africa_ is really good.

Yep, and Franz Ferdinand *hated* him. But it was causus belli.

Simon Beevor's (stop snickering, that *is* the man's name) _Stalingrad_ covers this whole campaign and is an absolutely riveting read.

_Rites of Spring_ is excellent. Also Paul Fussell's _The Great War and Modern Memory_ and Sammuel Hynes' _A War Imagined_.

Look, lady, the reasons your kids are retarded are:
A.) You fucked Jim Carey.
B.) You're not too goddamn bright yourself.

Do you drink for the government? My Daddy did.

I remember when 2-3 Stongbows would have you screaming at buildings and arguing with lamp-posts. 4 would have you Helping The Police With Their Inquiries or eating jellied eels.

Love the damned things. Pretty much the only mixed drink I have any more. I'm usually a straight up Bushmills and Yuengling guy, and my wine palate tends toward the "Hey! Kool-Aid!" I make Bloodies with regular Absolute and Spicy Hot V-8, Worcester, garlic Tabasco, garlic salt and onion salt.
Tasty and keeps the…

For The Traveling Gentleman! (tm)

Mormons, maybe? The Amish even have rumpen-whatever.