I loved C&P except for the ending. Weak.

That's probably about the funniest book I've read, followed by, strangely, Catch-22.

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I'd like to think that the El Pasoan saying goodbye to whirling Felina from Rosie's Cantina made a full recovery from his injuries.

I'd say, from my history in Indiana, that they could've gotten married at 19 and had three kids in rapid succession. Then they divorced at 23, when they realize life is about more than teenage thrills and football.

I like the one about Mason & Dixon.

I was born a few months later, when the charts were topped by "American Pie" and "Horse with No Name".

Next you're going to tell me there is no such thing as Bobby Brooks jeans. (I've never seen any, by the way.)

I was just looking up the story about how Jesse Jackson used money from his nonprofit to pay his mistress staffer not to talk, and came across this hilarious quote in a news story. "Eventually, Jackson offered her a position on his staff. She thought it was a dream job."

Ha, that was my thought. Why isn't she ducking? Run for cover, Milla!

The WSJ just had an article explaining how the sea may have "parted" because of tides. Sigh. My explanation is so much simpler.

The buckets are of biblical proportions.

My mistake—I meant "fission".

I don't know if Lockheed claimed they were close, so much as they said they're working on it. It doesn't sound like they have any brilliant new insights. It's really the same concept as Farnsworth's fusor from long ago, which nobody can ever get to work well.

Normal uranium fusion is like a magical gift that we've decided not to use, for some reason. Instead, for decades, we burned coal, which kills countless people, but in a way indirect enough we don't worry about it. That mercury in the fish? It's from coal. Coal literally makes us retarded.

Does the AI have to be red?

An odd movie, but beautifully shot.

Watt? Where?

Mine, when younger, was "Freedom", even though I thought it was heavy-handed and described an America far worse than the nice one I knew.

That quote predates Tom by about five centuries.