Sooo, they picked the two whitest acts possible then threw in R. Kelly so their audience could still have "street cred."

Yeah, I wish I was past the "crush on the good-looking girl in my favorite bands" part of my life… but sadly that doesn't appear to be happening. I just try to not act like a goon about it because I'm positive that most women in rock (or certain men) are all sick of faceless audience members shouting out "marry me"…

Any number of reasons - longtime fans might recognize songs that have been debuted live, the songs might give a hint as to what the album is about or, if you're like me, you'll glance them over and if you see any cool references or intriguing titles you'll make a note to give it a listen.

You gotta wonder what the girl thought of people meeting this guy and looking him over up and down. We should polar.

I think that we all know the REAL loser last night - John Hinckley. Poor bastard never even had a chance.

"You've defined yourself as a rebel. And in the absence of a repressive milieu, your societal niche has been co-opted.

"You've defined yourself as a rebel. And in the absence of a repressive milieu, your societal niche has been co-opted.

What did Christ ever do to you?

"No American man in his right mind would make it to his mid-30s without having even a vague conception of what ballet entails, and that’s what makes the joke so surreally awesome."
Except for Lenny - THAT'S what makes the joke so surreally awesome. When Homer does it, it's funny, but Lenny's callback is the cherry on…

Thank you, Jean-Luc. Typical Grinnell sloppiness.

Thank you, Jean-Luc. Typical Grinnell sloppiness.

I'd be remiss as a Beloit Alum to point out that the REAL Indiana Jones was Roy Chapman Andrews who hailed from the finest small liberal arts college incorporated northwest of Chicago in 1846.

I'd be remiss as a Beloit Alum to point out that the REAL Indiana Jones was Roy Chapman Andrews who hailed from the finest small liberal arts college incorporated northwest of Chicago in 1846.

They were lured away by Boise's siren song.

They were lured away by Boise's siren song.

Well looks like I'll be showing up to work the Monday after Thanksgiving hungover, smelling like beer, sweat and some slam-dancing necessitated late night leftover turkey.

Well looks like I'll be showing up to work the Monday after Thanksgiving hungover, smelling like beer, sweat and some slam-dancing necessitated late night leftover turkey.

Yeah, editing bro.

Yeah, editing bro.

I always felt that Guderian was the Bono of mechanized warfare.