Indeed, my mom ordered it on vinyl and I have it today. I took a photo of her with it a few years ago (ok, well 15 years ago)

I'm still hoping to find a "Life" under the a pull tab. Somewhere at my parent's house I probably still have "Pepsi's", "Got", "Your", "Taste", "For" tabs.

I was at Easy Street records in Seattle last night. They had a nice tribute to Chris in the store and the sidewalk was decorated:

Surprised there was not one single mention of the FUCKING MINDBLOWING FOUR SECOND guitar solo in "Cover of the Rolling Stone" by Dr. Hook:

Despite all the albums I've heard in my life, the first one that popped into my head was:

Some footage I shot on my Super 8 camera back in 1995 at least hit their radar, they didn't end up using it though which I was a little bummed about.

I don't understand how they get these numbers. They have Robert Pollard from GBV at 20 million. Do they just have some formula where they count how many songs the person has written and multiply it by something?

I've encountered this a lot in just building web applications.

Anyone been to a festival that was horribly planned or something went real wrong? This could almost be its own Q &A.

WE NEED MEAT!

Yeah, rather than pick something off of one of the 852 "25 Things to do in Portland" lists, he came to the small breakfast place (Arleta Library) near my house which isn't the "cool" part of Portland.

"I spent probably half a day downloading the clip as an MPEG"

New Kitchen Manager. He eventually figured stuff out and did quite well for himself once he left RR.

Probably. The menu said "Cheese Sticks", and at one point someone with the keys (or a manager) changed the NCR to read "Cheese Dicks" for a night. The guys in the kitchen loved that when "Cheese Dicks" started coming up on the ticket printers.

I wonder how many first dates were ruined when one of the people said "Oh…this, I'm a Google Glass Evangelist".

Worked at a Red Robin for five years doing everything except management and bartending. When we ran out of Bottomless Steak Fries on Sunday evenings, holy shit. Usually we'd have to send the dishwasher to drive around town buying up all the steak fries at every single store. People would get angry. What, you don't…

One day at the record store (circa 1994) my coworkers and I were talking about celebrity encounters. Since I was from a small rural town, I didn't have anything other than the time I saw Bobcat Goldthwait outside the local radio station. The two most interesting stories came between one coworker who in his teens,…

Once in a busy computer lab I saw a guy instensely staring at and clicking a small part of the screen. Intricate drawing? No, he had a bunch of windows open, one of which was as small as possible. He was clicking on the scrollbars browsing a porn site. Congrats man, you managed to fit a boob into the tiny browser…

Correct!

At my local lumberyard Mr. Plywood, they have a popcorn machine with a worn sign above it reading "Free PopKorn" , backwards K and everything.