Leaves me helplessly laughing on the floor Every. Fucking. Time.

I did a grad school paper in a Money and Banking course back in 1998 about how repealing Glass-Steagall was all going to end in tears. It didn't take a fucking crystal ball to see that.

"Hey, Jay Hoo-ah! This is Al Pacino Hoo-ah!
I think I got a real problem here Hoo-ah!
Ya see, I can't stop sayin' Hoo-ah!"

A Room With A Spew, if you will.

I tried that, but the Higher-Ups told me to stop.
"Just look at this gorgeous rack!" I said.
No dice.

I'm really happy for you and The Special Lady, Judkins!
I wish both of you all happiness and joy.

Congratulations!

Congratulations and may both bring much rejoicing in The Eldritch Lair! ;-)

Mr. Robato? ;-)

Teach all the idiots a brand-new religion!

"Glamorous as fuck" is the absolute opposite of what I am.
I'm more on the Joseph Merrick end of the spectrum.
Well, Show Biz is Show Biz!

Spoons and the harmonica are the only musical instruments I can play competently. ;-) I'm all set for a big career change when the hipsters bring Vaudeville roaring back!

Soldier's Things makes me cry ever time. I love it.

They are entirely worth it.

Me, too! Abercrombie is such a great prose stylist, and his characters are wonderfully dense and complex.

Nicholas Ostler's Empires of the Word: A Language History of the World might interest you.

Finished Joe Abercrombie's excellent Half A War that closed his new purportedly YA trilogy with a brutal, twisty finish that leaves some small hopes at the end. The series got better with every book.

Sure…

You've been huffing again, haven't you?

He's always looked like someone who would walk out of a gas station bathroom barefoot. Just filthy. I want to turn a fire hose on him, then have four sadistic former Drill Sergeants go to town on him with lye soap and scrub brushes.
Also, stage magic is a ghastly form of entertainment. Clowns, mimes, stage magicians…