I can definitely see Six sex causing amnesia.

What made her non-superfluous for me was her everywomanness. The moment I fell in love with her was the moment she revealed that she only joined the Fleet to pay for dental school. You can just imagine her growing up on the Henderson family cabbage farm in some shithole backwater, thinking, "How do I get out of here…

I want to argue with you guys, but as I think about it I realize that my entire line of reasoning amounts to, "But Kat was hot and super dykey!"

Hey, the Port of Portland is the third-largest wheat export gateway in the world.

I'm always here. I sleep on a cot behind the telex machine near O'Neal's desk.

I can't be arsed clicking on links—anyone know what time it starts and if it costs anything? I have band practice on Wednesdays, but that place is right near where I work, so if it starts early I could probably grace you with my presence for a bit.

Hey, Emma Caulfield was in the actual opening credits for four years, and Amber never was. Give us Tara fans one win, huh?

"I know what you are. Your skin is green, you have bolts in your neck, you freak out around fire…."

The invocation of that name sparks an immediate need to watch The Legend of Billie Jean.

Caution: do not mix with bloodtonium.

Dammit, I get all excited to make the Cher joke, and I'm an hour late. Maybe I can do something with "If I Could Turn Back Time"? Because you'll want to turn back time after eating at the Olive…ah, fuck it, moment's lost.

No near misses, but I did see a smokin' hot redhead in a minidress, so that totally justifies the ten minutes of work time I just wasted.

That last paragraph reminded me—I finally watched the Big Star documentary last night, and by far the most surprising thing I learned is that apparently TGI Friday's was the hippest hangout in Memphis in the '70s.

"Not If You Were the Last CIA Interrogator on Earth"

If you behead a McEnroe, it just grows two more heads. And then they both yell at you for making bad line calls.

"Ode to Billy Joe" was the first thing that popped into my head, too. A very good story song, and the arrangement cooks up some serious atmosphere.

I appreciate and concur with the sentiment, but feel compelled to point out that the line is actually "they haunt me like a curse". So as to rhyme with the next line, "Is a dream a lie if it don't come true, or is it something worse?", which is the one that totally just devastates me.

Hi! This is the post in which I brag that my band opened for Keen last year. He's fucking great and it was awesome.

"…[T]he people in the chorus are getting loud and drunk on whiskey (in Rye, New York—a common misperception)…."

Proof that Springsteen was raised Catholic: he has no idea what "immaculate conception" means.