Lou-BOOM-tin?

Cylons!

Sno-Caps are the ones with white B-Bs on them, right? Yuck. I prefer Raisinettes. Chocolate so waxy it doesn't melt in your hand or in a 350 degree oven.

My sister got a record player in 64 so for a few years we had lots of 45s. We played the crap out of "This Diamond Ring" and a few others. I know all the words and I blame a head full of 60's pop songs to explain why I never became a brain surgeon.

At my house, we mix plain M&Ms with Planter's honey roasted peanuts. It's referred to as "crack nuts" since one taste and you're hooked.

I bought a paperback copy of Angels and Demons at the airport-natch! As I finished chapters I ripped them off the front so I would only have to carry the bits I hadn't read yet. This is a viscerally satisfying way to read airpot worthy crap.

All we have left is the taste of our salty tears. Adieu, mon petit Chang.

Wow. This is weird. Today I saw a poster for "A Chorus Line" at the Ogunquit Playhouse starring Lorenzo Lamas! Get your tickets now. The show starts May 20th.

I had to pee during "Insurrection" and when I got back, Geordi had eyes. Damn my tiny bladder!

I think it was on Inside the Actor's Studio where Wilder said his least favorite word was cancer. Talk about a lump in the throat. Sheesh. It makes me want to cry now.

I always assumed "getting caught in the rain" was some weird euphemism for an unspeakable sex act they were too afraid to mention to their spouses. Until they meeet up at the end of the song and have at it.

Calling Costner a screen obscuring schmoo made me giggle.
Thanks, drdarkeny!