Especially because it's an anus singing, not a rectum, if I'm remembering my physiology correctly.

Someone spray-painted an anarchy symbol on the wall of my high school (this was in the late-1980s), and they sand-blasted it off, tracing the spray paint very precisely, and thus leaving no paint, but a slightly lighter area of brick that looked unmistakably like an anarchy symbol, which of course stayed like that for…

Nikto nikde nič nevie.

You fool!  If you install the patch, it only strengthens the wall, and we'll never be able to break Pink out of his madness!

No mention of World War II?  Jeez, that's the central external formative event of Pink's psychosis, with his mother as the central internal one.  The movie, like the album, are brutal to the viewer/listener, but in an artistically calculated way (it mimics the pervading, inescapable oppressive culture in a…

That's a very nice watch.  It passes the "would I steal it?" test.

Austin is really a good food town, I have to admit.  When I went there last summer, I finally got my fill of great Mexican and Bar-B-Q, neither of which I can get here in western Wisconsin.

You should hear his reading of "I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer."  It'll upend everything you think about your brother-in-law.

Liked for "clown clothes."  Man, the pictures of my family and their friends from the years between college and my birth (1965-1974) are like a flip-book of ambitiously ozone-destroying hair-dos, retina-damaging colors and patterns (clothing, furniture, and appliances), and the abrasive feel of synthetic fabrics that…

I hope Trudy knocks him with a fucking frying pan at some point.

"Call security!"

Hey, with all the cigarette smoke in the air of that office, he would have been preserved like a ham after a couple more days.

And it's only been 16 days since St. Patrick's Day, so you can't expect a Chicago Irish-American to have sobered up completely yet.

AME, mostly, though some Jewish congregations in Florida, too.

Glen might be into it, though.

The color is not the best, but what really makes it awful are the ruffles.

Fits with Pete, though.

Hawaii, eh?  I think the invented man known as Don Draper is going to meet up with the young son of a Kenyan who has an interesting invented tale of his own…

Shakespeare in Tuscon, eh?  I'd like to see their staging of Hamlet 2.

Surely they'd love Julius Caesar, right?  I mean, all those senators surrounding and assassinating one among them who rose to great power, buoyed by greater popularity with the masses than they could achieve in their old-boys' club — it's like every Teabagger's wet dream.