Did any other people who went to college in the late 90s/early 2000s have this song played at their college orientation (or some other quasi-meaningful college event)? Because I can't imagine my small private midwestern college was the only one to give it the montage treatment, juxtaposed against pictures of students…

Actually, I'd argue the Connors were more blue collar middle class (lower middle class) at the beginning of the show, then moved towards working poor in the middle of the series.

I had no idea John Mahoney grew up in Western Illinois (just wikipediad it) I'm from Eastern Iowa originally, so the "non regional dialect" we all share around here is very familiar.

That song doesn't even sound like a song. It's just a minutes long rumble.

You haven't seen the last of them.

It's funny that you say that because, like a dog, he's loyal to his bone.

At the time it was like "Heh, such a database would be grossly unconstitutional. I hope someone got fired for that one."

I remember the summer that Enema of the State came out a group of my friends got to go to Chicago and see Warped Tour and Blink 182. I was so jealous and uncool.

ohmygosh - i burst into laughing at work reading about stanky stank. I quickly stifled it but then was doing that thing where you're laughing to yourself but not making any noise so it almost seems like you're crying.

maybe he's a gynecologist? That's the only way it would really make sense, and even then he'd really only be "qualfied" to talk about the lady parts.

Once, as a lazy journalist, I started an article with both a headline and lyrics from "Help!"

you just blew my mind, dude.

The Beatles were ahead, present, and in the past of their time. at the same time. together. all the time.

Ugh, actually - i can attest that from family experience, Catholic mothers of Peggy's mom's generation are more than happy to FORCE their knocked-up/unwed daughters to give up their babies for adoption. They'll even send their daughters away through Catholic Charity organizations to be nannies in horrible households…

We know he never golfed again. What more is there to say?

Bobbi Barrett dying would have been more triumphant and satisfying because I hated her, but I think choosing Rachel made for the better story. Kudos MW.

All I remember Hildy saying is basically "Mr. Campbell, I have your wife (on the phone)?"

Oh gosh poor Chauncey! :(

I'M YOUR ROCK

I seriously just turned the video sound off and cued up "Time of your life" on YouTube and played them at the same time and its UNCANNY how well the two work together. Somehow the video cuts lined up almost perfectly with some of the appropriate audio - for instance, Bert Cooper framed in his doorway with the door…