Yeah, he's like the Greg Ginn of prog.

The opposite situation of when my (punk) band was told our set would be 40 minutes. "40 minutes?! Who are we, the Grateful Dead?"

"Tough guy" = any dog that barks at my dog. Especially dogs smaller than him.

Talk to the Hand! will be back after these messages.

Don't forget astrology and tarot, which are huge among the hip set right now. ::eyeroll::

I wanna see a Chris Farley in Bill Swerski's Superfans-style heart attack where he repeatedly punches himself in the chest.

Ewww

Revisiting Air (French Band) because I'm seeing them tomorrow night. I haven't really listened to them since college (1999-2001), and while I don't quite feel nostalgia, it's amazing how tunes can transport you to an earlier time and place.

Former friend/housemate/bandmate. We never got it on, but we have some mutual friends.

Vindictive Narcissists

Ooooo! I've wanted to check this out since Scharpling's been talking about it so much.

The Left Hand of Darkness. I've been on a Ursula K. LeGuin kick since that new Street Eaters concept album "The Envoy" came out. I'm not enjoying it as much as The Dispossessed but I have a feeling it will pay off eventually.

Holy shit, the Macc Lads. I haven't thought about them since the 90's. And shuffled with Carole King, of all people? Bravo.

No Jello, no dice.

Or you could be a urinal cake cradle repairman.

Who doesn't?

Or if you're using it as an ironic nickname, like calling a fat guy "Tiny."

"It was a harmless Chicago Sunroof!"

I don't want to live in this world anymore.

Nah, I prefer ignorance in this case.