When I ask one of my kids to do something, like put on their shoes, and they just go ahead and put on their god damn shoes instead of turning it into a fucking 20-minute power struggle about putting on their fucking god damn shoes. Or whatever.

"busy"

Mmm…. heresilicious.

Oh, he probably hasn't denied the Holocaust. You're right.

*Fills sack full of oranges*

Or maybe Penguin was all like, "What's all this content about the Holocaust being a hoax? We can't print that!" and Morrissey was all, "Whatever."

*"Pop Goes the Weasel" is heard playing on a jack-in-the-box in the next room.*

"…the power to make people either tell him the truth or give in to their worst impulses."  Aren't these the same thing?

It's never too late.

Sobriety. But why wouldn't a sober person like Neurosis? They're not Gang Green or something.

Fucking finally! Who cares what the reviewer thinks. This is a fucking event!

AA, is that what that is? I thought my tattoos were just fading.

Being too sexy?

Because hair is for fags.

Did anyone else find it sort of weird that both those guys in the photo are dead? No? OK.

My 1998 Chevy Astro used to have a tape player, but it broke. Now it has a CD player, whose cold and brittle sounds make up for the stuck-shut air conditioner ducts.

I read a refutation of that argument last week at the gym, in a several-months-old issue of the New Yorker.

He also really liked dogs.

Many people who like the book SHOULD be treated with suspicion: Sirhan Sirhan, John Hinckley, etc.

Hartford is a very nice place to spend a weekend attending a friend's wedding among a lot of people with very interesting tattoos on their necks.