My wife (mai wiiiife!) started an observation the other day with "It's been a while" and I held it in as long as I could before I couldn't resist anymore and let it slip out after maybe a five-count, just loud enough that I wasn't whispering it totally to myself.

I think you mean "…Great job!"

NCMA has a fairly small outdoor concert pavilion adjacent to the two main gallery buildings. It always sells out in a second but that won't stop me from trying to get tickets. Worst case, maybe we'll just go to the non-ticketed outdoor space all around this unenclosed venue and listen for free.

"Race music."

Or Zamfir's dipshit brother Zimfar, master of the slide whistle.

"Titular" til I die!

You know who loved Bedhead?

We had it on CD - and maybe vinyl too? - growing up. I'm 100% positive I could sing along with any song on the album, started at any random point.

Can't wait for him to find fault with this particular Nielsen measurement, while still touting his superior numbers from the inauguration and/or The Apprentice which use the exact same methodology.

Nobody because every time I pick up the goddamn phone it shocks the bejeesus out of me and ends up roasted.

I'm still waiting for them to air a cut with Hector Marinaro, Zoran Karic and Otto Orf constantly trying to butt in and get recognition.

I made a lot of people mad at me back in college radio when I would insist that The Pixies' "Here Comes Your Man" sounded like the original "Sugar Sugar."

Perhaps, but you'll never see or hear "Clamato" again without thinking of that slogan.

What, no Clamato?

Look for the YouTube version that cuts out her parts. It doesn't lose anything important.

You have to admit that the Gravity Bar (or whatever it's called) does offer an excellent view of the city, though. I'd slog through the tour every time to have a pint and look out from that high up.

You have to admit that their Alec Guinness was Genuine Class, though.

I don't remember the exact context but I'll never forget some throwaway line I read in a National Lampoon magazine ca. 1990: "Clamato: The Drink That Tastes Like Pussy!"

They should send the new crew back to revisit previous Straight Guys to pull them out of the perma-2004 wardrobe, culture and interior design.

I like to refer to that actor as "Jesse P. Lemons." Try it - you'll like it!