I was listening to a radio adaptation of the Chesterton book and had to give up before the end, it was that bad.  And I have a very high tolerance for bad.

But parts of it are comic, and the part where they're trying to get the ship upright is gripping.

He's connected to Selected Shorts, the public radio program, in some capacity now.

If it's a travelling vacation, you can take a bunch of cheap used paperbacks—read and discard as you go.  Mind candy only.

The Forsyte Saga, which I've had lying around for a long time.  I thought I'd read about half of it before, but I don't remember any of what I'm reading now.
It's all right.  Good for just before going to sleep.

Wait till we pass the hat.  You'll deserve more than fame.

In retrospect, referring to himself as Mr. Rihanna probably was not his best choice.

O'Neal has made my day, once again.

http://www.epubbud.com/read…
Here's the story.

Don't you wish there was a picture so this could be the caption?

So—Rihanna?

They need Dr. Drew.  He's available.
Okay, they deserve Dr. Drew.

Hire Ann Coulter and tell her to bend her knees.

Red River Radio out of Shreveport, LA, has blues programs in the late night/early morning hours on the weekends.  They play everything from pre-Robert Johnson to brand-new tunes.  You can get them online if not on the radio.

Took a while for this story to show up, given that the announcement was on the early morning news.  I had trouble late this morning with video plug-ins not loading, crashing, freezing the screen; I figured that was the cause of the delay, not being able to include any of his videos.
But I could be wrong.  Not everyone…

A policeman I knew said the same thing.

Call if wordplay.  It's not even close to being a pun.
"I love her blonde hair; it's to dye for."  That's a pun.

I loved the homage to Hitchcock Sledge Hammer episode, though. 
The bit on the train with the handcuffs, as silly as it is, makes me smile just thinking about it.

I watched Hooperman and liked it, but the girlfriend got on my nerves.
The first episode ended with Hooperman crying because his kindly and generous landlady had died and left him the apartment building he was living in.  It's no wonder the audience for the show was so small.

Now that you bring it up…I think maybe that's the only Homicide I've ever deliberately watched.
I used to know a man who was one of Robin Williams' professors back when, and he said that:  1.  Williams gave the best Hamlet in the university's history; and 2.  it was a damned shame that Williams was doing comedy instead…