Someone got there before you, guy.

I liked the sound of it.

Ukridge, just awesome.

Also, Jason Heller: my brother has long favored the imaginary band name "The Slave Galleon Drummasters," which I always thought was cool. They could open for Slaveship.

the t-shirts would be badass
My friends read the Harry Potter and I, who've seen most of the movies, was trying to participate in their discussion about this topic and so I mentioned how impressed I was that Gary Oldman had committed to his role enough to reduce himself to a cindery fireface for one of those films.

Do not forget goetta. Ugh.

Belgand, you best back the fuck up off Major League 2.

Diesel = Coke + beer
Radler = lemon-lime soda or lemonade + beer (which is fucking delicious)
Also, Fanta and cola is called Spezi and it rocks the house.

I agree, though I admit it saddens me that he left beautiful MN—I always thought it was classy that he hadn't left. I guess his parents are both gone now, maybe he'd been meaning to leave for a while.

I don't. And I won't bring up sappy mass e-mails because we've all done time in that purgatory. But I know people at work whom I can't avoid (and don't want to, since I'm happy talking to them otherwise) who have cat paraphernalia and who try to draw me in discussions about their cats who think they're people or…

It's true, I don't like cats much, but it's the obsessing part that really gets to me. I'm glad Dan brought up the similarity to the babies thing because I've been dealing with this phenomenon lately. I like babies and kids and am good with them, but I haven't made a point of foregrounding this as a fundament of my…

there is no variety of internet or print hilarity
that can make me like cats. Or even enjoy watching them made fun of. I just don't want to look at cats. This makes Garfield Minus Garfield doubly awesome to me.

No reason to, Recksy. I have enjoyed it online for some time. Who's buying these books?

Don't worry, wallflower—I made the same basic comment on some Rabin show-biz book club article about medium/media. No one cared, but when has that ever stood in my way?

Bartcow, that American Songbook business is indeed embarrassing. I sympathize with you, though I'm not sure if it's worse than the two months I spent working at an Olive Garden, which actually made me hate Dean Martin for a while there. Then again, what did I expect.
Anyway, I'll confess I like the Downtown Train…

Andy Pants, I like that description and will use it, but will not quote you if you don't mind because I get even weirder looks than usual from people when I refer to "some dude on the Internet" as my source for things. Consider it a tribute!

Well-put, bartcow. Not to be inflammatory, but I sort of think that if you hate all of RS's output there's something wrong with you.

By the way, those girls eager to let you shape their tastes with your precious hipster knowledge are morons. And don't pretend it's some chore for you, that you don't love "enlightening" them—ugh, more guys try to do this and it works so fucking often. I hate that shit.

I think Kilmer's as good as his movies (i.e. KKBB = rad, "At First Sight" = yikes). Perhaps he'd have done well to stick to a life spent skeet surfing. Perhaps we all would have.

Ha! Ditto.