Yeah, that's Michael Jackson, king of all things pop.

I took a group of D.D. clients to a Beach Boys show (at a casino, natch) and it didn't take them long to impress me. Their set began with one of their own tunes being blasted over the p.a. which led me to declare, "What an arrogant move; I mean, who plays one of their own songs before their own set?" Then they…

That's always been my back-up plan. Retire on what meager savings I've amassed, head to Thailand, live like the Talented Mr. Ripley for as long as I can, then when the dosh runs out, take a long, long swim out into the ocean. Sure would be sweeter with someone else's money, though.

Jim Thompson is the mother fuckin' MAN. His crime novels are at heart black nightmares of wrenching psychological turmoil. My next favorite hard-boiled crime writer? Charles Willeford. David Goodis was a bad ass, too.

Monsters of Megaphone!

People!

1. Plancton-Franco Battiato
2. Lock, Stock & Teardrops-Roger Miller
3. Beatle Bones N Smokin' Stones-Capt. Beefheart
4. The Needle & The Damage Done-Neil Young
5. Call Me-Tony Hatch

Go! Go! Toto, Go!

I've got it! His next one should be called "Sympathy For The Dead." You can mail my check here, care of AV Club.

For a long time I used to think 'lol' meant 'lots of luck.'

Knight Riders is AWESOME! Greatest stunts this side of Mad Max. And a story with a true heart. Tom Savini is the coolest antagonist ever. Definitely check it out. The local library where I live had a copy.

He sure could've used some help from his co-star:

Is drinking Jim Beam from an Elvis decanter poured into a Flintstones Jelly Bean jar still safe? If not, somebody tell George Jones!

I love how wackily (?) off-topic these comments become…

Reminds me of the severed body parts found in a suitcase tossed in a dumpster at my apt. complex in Las Vegas. They found more body parts strewn around the city, also considerately packaged in luggage. This was about 10 years ago. There are probably numerous other examples of similarities b/w Vegas and Tampa.

These guys are famous! Read Joseph Wambaugh's Hollywood Station.

Two Words: HEE HAW!

Crusty, Rusty and Smellin' Musty!

Let's not forget to mourn the imminent death of the Gulf Of Mexico. It's right around the corner.

To the Original Post: What I want to know is, were you one of his ex-wives? Then what are you worrying about, a situation that's better left between the two parties directly affected, and probably resolved decades ago? Are these poor victims gonna rally to your side now that you've proved yourself to be a sensitive…