Working on getting him for Random Roles. Stay tuned.

And that's what I get for tacking on a final comment just I'm running out the door. Duly repaired. And apologies have been issued to Ms. Heisler, along with an assurance that I considered changing DeAnn Heline's name to "Dionne" for 12 hours in an attempt to keep things even between them.

Ah, there'll be other paychecks. But, seriously, it really is a great and often very, very funny look into the lower middle class lifestyle…and if it resembles "Roseanne" on occasion, blame it on the show's DNA. (The series' co-creators used to work on the show.)

Thanks. I think it's fair to say that any book I write will inevitably involve doing interviews in some capacity. I've got a concept that I think is marketable. It's just a matter of making an actual book out of it.

Dude, that ship sailed for me when I realized I liked Night Ranger's "Big Life" album. It's never been back to port since.

You might, indeed. Any suggestions on bands in the Dream Theater mold that I might also consider? Keeping in mind that, all things considered, I need a song to have some semblance of a hook to really embrace it. (The heavier the metal, the less likely I am to give it a chance, but I'm all about the bombast if it's got…

Nah. I'm not embarrassed to like anything.

I watched it consistently last season and enjoyed it, but I just haven't had the time to stay up to date this season.

Also Will Harris's daughter's pick for best interview of the year, coincidentally enough.

Also on "Just Can't Get Enough: New Wave Christmas." Just sayin'.

Same here. When Ralph shot himself in the head, I laughed to the point of having a coughing fit, then still went back and watched it again. I felt bad about it, but, dammit, funny's funny.

One of these days, I'm still going to post the transcript of his response to the question, though I can't lay my hands on it right this second. It was witty and snarky and hilarious, taking the reader to task and ripping him to shreds. But the irony of it all is that, having known the reader who asked the question, I…

I don't disagree. It was a bad judgment call on my part to ask it, one based on the mistaken belief that he'd take it as the stupid throwaway question that it was.

BTW, for anyone who wants to read the interview and see what I mean about how well it had gone and what kind of rapport we had prior to those last few moments:

It was an interview that was 100% questions submitted by readers. At the end, he said he'd had fun, but they were all a bit easy and they should give him tougher stuff next time. I offer to ask him the one question I'd held off asking, warning him to brace himself. He assures me that he is well and duly braced.

Thanks, although I have to admit that Cooper diehards would've been even more excited about it if it had gone as planned. At the end of the conversation, I told him that I'd really wanted to discuss more of his later albums, and he got really excited and said, "Oh, that'd be awesome! I never get to do that!" So he…

I cannot speak for Indiana, but if memory serves, my Iowa-born wife - who lived in the state 'til she was in her mid-teens - once told me that her age had hit double digits before she ever met a black person. And it wasn't like her parents were keeping her sheltered or anything. There just literally were no black…

I'm pretty sure that's the scene which features one of my favorite Potter moments: when Sophie - that was the horse's name, I believe - takes a dump, and Potter slips in it (but stays standing). Frank Burns says, "That's disgusting!" Potter cackles and says, "Son, to me, that's a tiptoe through the tulips!"

If you watch that South Park clip very closely, you can see a momentary tribute to those attributes. It makes me laugh every time. (It's at 1:01.)

I'm glad you had my back, but I pitched it awhile back. I ever suggested "Even A Miracle Needs A Hand" for the Holiday Undercover. :-)