On the one hand, you're totally right. On the other hand, I've gotta admit that over the years, I've had sad crushes on some of the Who girls, and that kept me plugged into the show. (I'd never watch only for that reason…just saying…)

I find your bias against hot young ladies a little offensive.

I just remember the dirty joke kits for morons. "Here's something you'll like for your birthday." Open the box: ho ho, it's tits! Saucy!

I guess some people look at the exquisite, subtle abstract painting and think, "that looks like a dog smeared paint on a canvas with its ass."

I think you're mistaking slow/boring for subtle/deep. Would it be twice as good if we got to watch Carol being sad for two hours instead of one?

I had an interview yesterday. I think it went pretty well (I didn't choke, anyway), but who knows. I did my share of memorizing anecdotes, which was useful (fills your head with material to draw on when you get stuck).

I worry that my kids will like stupid shit, and that they will judge the awesome stuff that I like to be completely lame. It'd be like having the Avenged Sevenfold kid living in your house, except you're not allowed to tell him that all of his opinions are just plain wrong. (I seem to be having imaginary arguments…

I was just listening to Rhino's "Heavy Metal Box," which collects songs from lots of 80s bands I disavowed long ago. Metal snobs would despise this set, but I kinda like it, for the bad taste nostalgia value. I don't need to own a WASP or Ratt album, but sometimes I want to hear "Fuck Like a Beast," or "Round and…

Abierto…cerrado.

I will only write obnoxious comments that no one will like from now on. Shouldn't be too hard for me…

I listened to that yesterday. Classic!

I can think of a series of "favorite bands" that I loved when I was a kid - Twisted Sister (!), Duran Duran, Van Halen, Run-DMC - but I bet my memory is playing tricks on me, and each was only my "favorite" for a month or so.

I had a KISS lunch box in elementary school. I thought of them as superheroes, not as musicians in a band. I probably still believed in Santa back then, so I bet I also believed that the members of KISS had actual superpowers.

Back in 1987, Midnight Oil seemed really different to me, and thus well worth checking out. Weird lead singer with a weird voice, hippie lyrics, Australian. I bought a bunch of their albums…but I have to admit, I haven't listened to any of them in a long, long time.

Your parents did you a favor. I wish I only listened to bluegrass as a kid, instead of whatever was on the radio in the early 80s…Duran Duran, Ratt, etc. Oy vey.

If I were rich, my hobbies would be: collecting ridiculously expensive guitars, and suing people.

Not so fast…we still don't know if they'd refuse $800 million for a reunion (since the offer never happened)

I was sure that John Paul Jones was dead, until I read this. Where did I get that idea? Anyway, glad you're not dead, buddy.

I just watched the Pertwee/Delgado episode, "The Time Monster," in which the Master destroys Atlantis (!), and basically threatens to take over the whole universe. Even then, the Doctor insists on sparing him.

My favorite is the TV version of The Breakfast Club, where "did you give her the hot beef injection?" becomes "…hot wild affection." In context the "clean" words sound even sleazier than the dirty ones.