10 years ago I would have heartily agreed with you, indignantly offended by all the seemingly gratuitous sniping. But in the past few years it has really become something of a chore to endure the full 2 hours of the program. My local NPR affiliate now only broadcasts 1 hour, and even that length is a bit of a slog.…

You are correct, I misspoke. The Doctor, of course, was a famously adept hoofer, an impressive master of such steps as the Bristol Stomp, The Lurch, and The Zombie Gangnam Style.

Ah, you are wise, I couldn't agree more. Lowell George is a rare and special case. And there's other's, too, who have managed to wrest themselves free of the constricting shackles of their oppressive whitedom, such as The Allman Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Righteous Brothers, and most especially The Jonas…

I love hating love.

My version of that story ends differently, with a dump truck slamming into the rear of the car, and as the car is engulfed in flames the radio continues to play, Garrison describing in a near monotone but mellifluous voice the ongoing antics of Lake Wobegon's impossibly common, unremarkable townsfolk.

Solid work!

Remember that episode years and years ago when they called Karl Kassel at home when he was out sick, and he was positively irate, extremely annoyed and indignant at having been disturbed while suffering with his ailment. It was hysterical, Kassel is total badass.

White literature, art and design are all fine and good, but white music—especially white pop music—is usually dreadful, entirely lacking in the elements which are essential for Good Music*, such as counterpoint, syncopation, and poly-rhythms. White people are normally as musically inclined as Frankenstein on Librium.…

THAT'S your defense?!

♫These are the good times
They're bofo and they're socko
Here in Minnesota
And also in Morroco
Life is flowing
Like ketchup on your taco♫
*Ketchup, for the good times*
♫Ketchup, Ketchup♫♪♪♪♫

Zombies and Hillbilly Vampires.

A humorist is someone whose urbane witticisms elicit a wry grin and perhaps a solitary chuckle, while a comedian is the clown who sticks a "Kick Me" sign on a humorist's back. Hmmph.

I got yer shortcoming right here. *grabs crotch*

My dear old Grams is not metric. She's 8th generation New England Protestant. Hmmph.

I read Crichton's The Terminal Man when I was a kid, maybe 12 or 13 years old and loved it. It explores the ominous side of technology merged with biology, but the most distinctive thing about the story which still haunts me is the description of the antagonist's experience just prior to his epileptic seizures, where…

Work in a casino? Unlike you I would never gamble with my career. Hmmph.

Even ordinarily rational, sane people are utterly demented when it comes to Obamacare and the Scotus' ruling. My friend, who is a well paid lawyer working in a major firm and is benefiting from premium medical coverage for his family— including his daughter who suffers from Cystic Fibrosis but all of her treatments…

He said it was an Old man, so: *Hobbles out of room sobbing*

Is that Imperial carbs, or metric?

Krill Water. It's elementally nutritious.