Something about the lighting looks subtly off, like it's not actually a picture of him from the real world, but an almost perfectly rendered digital facsimile.

Oh no! [Slides around on treadmills concealed in the floor, fends off attack from crow trying to steal his fuzzy hat]

I went ahead and started Will Fuller* on the strength of Weeks 1 & 2, which worked out swimmingly.

If I want to be a contrarian, I say it's the third-best TNG movie, but that's if you count "All Good Things" and "The Best of Both Worlds" ahead of it.

Look, everyone's going to die eventually. And when you do, I just want to be able to cover my ass from a malpractice suit by being able to say you either ate too many eggs, or perhaps not enough eggs. The point is, no one can eat exactly the correct amount of eggs.

I made a sweet corn and tomato risotto from one of my Emeril books on Sunday, which I paired with a vegetarian cassoulet and a salad of red leaf lettuce, apples, walnuts and stilton. I cut the amount of bread crumbs on top of the cassoulet in half, but it still wound up with too many.

Les Savy Fav - "Raging in the Plague Age"
Elvis Costello - "Greenshirt"
Frank Black - "Fiddle Riddle"
Titus Andronicus - "A Moral"
Neko Case - "City Swans"

As a practicing physician, I must caution method actors against eating five dozen eggs every day to help them get large.

I have long maintained they are the George and Oscar Bluth of the NFL, so firing his own twin brother would fit rather nicely.

This seems the appropriate spot to share that I dragged myself out to the Braves game last night, in spite of how miserable they are this season, because I had never seen Ichiro Suzuki* play in person. I missed the Mariners or Yankees when they rarely came to town, but I had not excuse now that his team visits nine…

Well, Greg Maddux and Tom Glavine eventually learned to hit for power. I have no data on whether "Chicks Dig the Long Ball" means that they also dig hitting them, or if they merely enjoy observing.

Probably they were just confused to find out there was a third kind of music, beyond 'Country' and 'Western'.

Like virtually everything, I have not encountered it in the outside world, but I am aware of it via my encyclopedic knowledge of golden age Simpsons.

I'm reading it as Michael Caine in The Man Who Would Be King. "The same - and not the same, who sat besides you in the first class carriage, on the train to Marwar Junction, three summers and a thousand years ago."

I think you can gauge the quality of Emeril Live episodes by the size of his band. It started out with just a drummer* and another guy, with the impression that the focus was still on the food. The band getting bigger seemed to correlate with the show becoming focused more on spectacle than cooking. When he got booted…

Not a proper meal, but it started raining suddenly and I ducked into the Napoleon House to grab a drink and wait it out. After a little while sitting there, I figured I'd get a cup of gumbo just to pass the time, it may have wound up being the best thing I ate that trip.

Oh yeah, from the Abbey of Our Lady of Perpetual Menace.

It wasn't a photonovel, but I had the adaptation of Star Trek III that was illustrated with stills from the movie, and accompanied by a record that read the story so you could follow along. More normal kids may have had the same product for the Care Bears or whatever, meanwhile I sit there on the living room floor and…

I believe in coincidences. Coincidences happen every day. But I don't trust coincidences.

She's like the opposite of Geddy Lee! You know, Eely Ddeg.