Don't say that in front of John Travolta.

Giles Wemmbley-Hogg went to Thailand. Brilliant.

A mailing address. That's all we need…

And my point, which I didn't make clear but should have, was that he was even more decent than one would think since, in a field in which stealing material is rampant, he asked permission from someone not just in another country but on another continent at a time when cultural cross-over was pretty minimal.

Ha ha. Except in this case, Newhart contacted Read and told him he wanted to do an American version of the skit, and Read said okay. Don't let that bother you, though.

Brilliant and funny. Where the hell are the replacements coming for people like Newman?

CNR—In honor of Edwin Newman, who wrote the best and funniest grammar books:
"The skit was about him and Tom Snyder - excuse me, Tom Snyder and he"
You were closer the first time. Since you use the preposition "about," the following pronoun must be objective case as it is the object of the preposition. Hence,…

And his Driving Instructor is based on a similar routine by British comedian Al Read.

Mohr is in a movie with Jennifer Anniston, and he's pretty good, but it may just be by comparison.

I'd successfully forgotten it till now, so thanks—thanks a whole lot.

No comment about the movie
But about the cover art. If a man was holding a woman that way—one arm under her knees, and one hand holding her head—she'd end up hitting the ground head-first.
Clumsy mistake in an otherwise pretty cool illustration.

Less so every day, though.

"Better read" in what sense, though? Read more in variety, read more in quantity, or read more in quality?
I once briefly worked with a woman who bragged about reading 2 or 3 Harlequin Romances a day. I worked with another woman who never read fiction and thought she was better-read than I because I did read fiction.
M…

Every book-burner I've ever heard of was right-wing, not left.

One semester, I used Othello for the play—middle-aged black man kills pretty younger wife because he's maddened by jealousy—followed shortly by Fahrenheit 451 for the novel—police pursuit of a fugitive is broadcast live on wall-sized tvs to an avid public—and I've often wondered if any of the students ever thought…

It's what happens when bitter English majors get jobs as business consultants.

Never been below the Mason/Dixon line, then, Karla?

Bloggers don't care if something is true or not?
My world is falling apart.

Not just me, then.

Uranus, anyone?