Friday: Ringo Starr live. Most of the problems came from the "All Starr Band" format, where his supporting players each got to do three songs throughout the night from their own respective back catalogs. I was fine with Todd Rundgren getting to drag out a few classics (of course he was going to do "Bang the Drum"…

My big question at "Old Man in the Cave" is Why did he have to slap him? He wasn't defying him yet.

Great collection, although a few clunkers (the Charles Dickens piece especially). "We Have Always Lived In the Forest" is one I remember as having a really great "off" quality about it.

"The Candidate" is my all-time favorite piece of very short fiction (Eric Frank Russell's "The Displaced Person" is a distant second), but too much of his other writings fall under the category of cliched crime-fiction. But when he was dark and original, he was the best.

Smaller and better things, my man.

And another's gone and another one's gone and another one bites the dust.

The first is "Invaders from Mars."

I've always assumed it would play out that way, but I would like to see a case in that vein to come out just to see what interpretation is upheld.

Call me when he's selling the first draft of "Wiggle Wiggle."

I'm probably not a legal scholar, but does it technically grant landlords the right to refuse to rent to any member of the military, despite any limitations that may be imposed by Fair Housing standards?

I don't know—no one I've ever brutally tortured has ever confessed to anything. Gotta keep trying I guess. Quitters never win.

"The one year I blow it off . . . "

That is a pretty nice brick wall though.

We may not agree on much about Pop, but we can both see what the two worst songs on it are. "If God Will Send His Angels" is the high-point, correct?

I think it's strongly implied that Christie has at least a subconscious control of the doll—it doesn't seem coincidental that they almost have the same name, as forms of "Christina."

"You said that about every present."

I thought about this, but then decided I don't want to see overly choreographed versions of my favorite songs performed by fifth-rate actors taking any gig to pay tens of thousands of dollars in drama major debt where I'd be paying three times as much as it would cost to see the actual band play them the way they were…

Wait a second . . . those people are actual celebrities and not just people that we have to pretend are celebrities because they're on "Celebrity Apprentice." What the hell?

I'll continue to not watch his films out of my assumption they're no good. Leaves me with the option of enjoying art-commerce produced by other beloved child rapists,

I think we can all be grateful we're not important to have an award named in our honor only to see it go to someone like Jay Leno.