Where I grew up in the South, the local classic rock station had a countdown of the 500 greatest songs of all time every Memorial Day weekend. My senior year of high school, I remember the #2 song was "Free Bird." The #1 song of all time? That live version of "Free Bird." 
 
I left the South shortly thereafter.

Where I grew up in the South, the local classic rock station had a countdown of the 500 greatest songs of all time every Memorial Day weekend. My senior year of high school, I remember the #2 song was "Free Bird." The #1 song of all time? That live version of "Free Bird." 
 
I left the South shortly thereafter.

The Conqueror. 91 out of the 220 members of the cast and crew developed cancer. Temujin would have been proud.

The Conqueror. 91 out of the 220 members of the cast and crew developed cancer. Temujin would have been proud.

Way back during Season 3, I posted a story here (on a now apparently deleted gimmick account) explaining that Chauncey was eaten by a ravenous hobo, who ended up riding the rails up to Ossining years later. He coincidentally ended up in the backyard of the old Draper home, where he found and ate Polly, Sally's golden…

Way back during Season 3, I posted a story here (on a now apparently deleted gimmick account) explaining that Chauncey was eaten by a ravenous hobo, who ended up riding the rails up to Ossining years later. He coincidentally ended up in the backyard of the old Draper home, where he found and ate Polly, Sally's golden…

Jaguar. At last, something beautiful that will unintentionally foil your first suicide attempt.

Jaguar. At last, something beautiful that will unintentionally foil your first suicide attempt.

Don't dwell for a second on the fact that you went from being a
Princeton grad who roamed Joan's hillsides to a guy who now has to ask
Harry Crane for a favor to flog a spec script for a TV show that you can
only watch through the window of a pizza parlor
on MacDougal Street.

Don't dwell for a second on the fact that you went from being a
Princeton grad who roamed Joan's hillsides to a guy who now has to ask
Harry Crane for a favor to flog a spec script for a TV show that you can
only watch through the window of a pizza parlor
on MacDougal Street.

I demand to see a flashback of how Kinsey landed the George Harrison account for the Krishnas.

I demand to see a flashback of how Kinsey landed the George Harrison account for the Krishnas.

The Chinese also dig Manischewtiz, and really sweet wines in general. I don't think they would fall under Roger's definition of "normal people" though.

Her people are Nordic.

Oh man, this is an identical description of my Lolla '94 experience (Raleigh, NC).

There's an alternate scene where Don turns over the wheel to his cat, Toonces, while he snuggles up with Megan and rhapsodizes about HoJo's orange sherbet.

VB is the brightest star of the Bogan shitty beer constellation. Nobody drinks Fosters in Australia.

That's why his stories are so complex. Like the new one he's writing about a decorated LAPD detective haunted by his past, and who has only 3 different options of how to communicate with other people.

I refuse to read "Everything Is Illuminated" based on the title alone. I know nothing about the book's plot, but it practically screams "This is a twee, self-important novel written in a style that's way too self-consciously 'modern' and with the hubristic conceit that it will actually be a life-changing event for the…

Hey, that's my favorite Police album!