Susan's death was the point at which Seinfeld wore out its welcome with me, much the same way that Maude Flanders' death was the tipping point with the Simpsons. Yuck to both.

Well, I'm not being harassed, sexually or otherwise - and I never have been. Whether this is good luck, good decisions, that I'm not considered attractive enough to harass, or that I don't seem vulnerable, I really don't know. My working years coinciding with a lot of activism against sexual harassment must have a lot…

Case in point: The Name of the Rose.

The actual high schools in the greater Lima area* include Lima Bath, Shawnee, Elida, and some others (including Lima Senior) that are not in the Western Buckeye League - the league to which my very own high school, Van Wert, also belongs! But we were mainly marching band rivals, outside of the actual athletic stuff.…

I wish I knew! This was in 1999 or so, at a convenience store. I do know that they were a brand completely unknown to me, so not Lay's or Snyder's or anything like that, or even Old Dutch. They were probably a small local Iowa or Missouri company. I was about 3 hours outside of St. Louis, driving from Minneapolis.

I got to about 200 pages in, perhaps 6 months ago, and stalled as something that looked as though it could turn into a particularly unpleasant confrontation was about to happen.

Has it been so long ago? Am I an old-timer?

I've had ketchup chips in the Upper Midwest - Wisconsin, I think. They can be very good - nice and spicy. I'm not wild about actual ketchup, but the chips emphasized the saltiness and tang rather than the sweetness.

In Minnesota - specifically at the State Fair DNR building and gardens - there is an indoor Mounted Animal Nature Trail, with one of each of most of the mammals, birds, and reptiles native to Minnesota. They have everything from little teeny rodents up to a cougar, and a black bear, and a wolf, and a couple of…

YES! But only if it's very cold. I bought a bottle, drank half of it right away and loved it, and then let the rest sit for an hour, at which point it was no longer very lovable. Poor thing.

16/20, True Kvlt. It may help that I just read Elizabeth Hand's "Available Dark."

Nancy Sinatra covered "Run for Your Life."

In that picture, he looks more like he's walking to the bathroom in the morning and found something unpleasant left by his cat.

Oh, it certainly is. I also love the "injurious" part.

Yes - I played in The St. Olaf Band for four years, and sang in three different choirs, though not The St. Olaf Choir, since it rehearsed at the same time as band. I also studied voice privately. It was definitely amazing, and more so because I was never a music major there and could still participate in all the top…

I began my freshman year at St. Olaf College in 1987. This meant that everyone in my rural Ohio hometown made "Golden Girls" comments when asking me about college. Ugh.

"Almost mime-like"? The Head Gentleman was played by Doug Jones.

::Does that jerky elbow thing about 85 times to show agreement::

Well, in my elementary school days in the 70's, our small-town theater let us bring in our own popcorn from home. Seriously - my Dad would pop a bunch of popcorn and we'd just carry in a brown paper grocery bag, and then pass it amongst ourselves. They had a snack bar, so I have no idea why they allowed that - but…

Given the 70's in general, it's truly amazing that there was never something like, "Hey everybody, here are John Schneider and Tom Wopat, here to sing 'The 12 Neighs of Christmas' with The Prancing - what? 'Days?' Um, Kermit…" on one of the Christmas specials.