Not if you're careful meow.

@YO MOMA: You, however, are definitely not guilty of obviousing.

Actually, their house style seems to be not using "s" for singular possessives ending in "s", e.g. the possessive of Jess would be rendered Jess'. Ugh.

I lived in Camden for six months in the late '80s. I don't know if it's the stupidest thing I've ever done, but it's right up there.

(posting of "wtf is madonna lol" by someone who always wanted to post one of those)

My Ampeg died in the middle of a show a couple of months ago. I'm over Ampeg. I am now a G-K girl.

Holy shit, I can't believe someone else remembers Cotton Candy. My love for that movie knows no bounds. I watch it every summer, on a DVD dubbed from a cruddy VHS copy recorded in 1983 and played approximately a kajillion times. It looks shittier than a homemade porno, but still…what a masterwork of '70s cheese.

Female cat piss is not quite as bad as male cat piss. I had a tomcat piss on a couch once, which obviously had to be trashed. So we put it out by the street, as you do, and I swear the whole block reeked until the city picked it up. In terms of unerasable smells, I think the only thing worse is bongwater.

"He even overcomes the fro."

Six? Jesus. I was 11 when it came out, and just the commercial gave me nightmares for weeks. I'd get so mad when I'd be innocently watching Charlie's Angels and that ad would come on without warning.

Weird…I don't remember money being a factor in popularity at all in my high school. Totally looks-based. (I had the classic trifecta: Olive Oyl body, glasses, braces. High school sucked.)

I Finally Got That Popcorn Husk Out of My Teeth: Carrie 0

Tonight, Evil sleeps alone. But first, it walks alone…to a magazine store, to purchase porn.

Random pointless story as I run out the last few minutes on the workday clock: sometime in the '80s I went to see Eric Clapton at the Meadowlands, and on the way in I saw Steve Jordan near the backstage entrance. I recognized him because he was in David Letterman's house band at the time, so I yelled, "Hey Steve!" And…

Does anyone else have a maximum on the number of comments they'll wade into? Like, you look at the number of comments on an article, and if it's more than whatever arbitrary amount you've decided on you go, "I just can't get involved in that."

Any intersection of Britta and pop culture is gold. Just this morning I cracked myself up singing "Hit Me With Your Genie's Bottle".

For some reason I thought it was gonna be the one about McCoy's daughter, but then I remembered that they turned that into the space hippies episode.

Tribbles be procreatin'.

I'd like to know why there's a [sic] on "judgement". That's a perfectly cromulent spelling.

If I had to pick one phrase that makes me miss living in Albuquerque, it would be "green chile cheeseburger".