You're dead to me, Gleeth.

Man, Better Cheddars were awesome. Serious contenders to the Cheese Nips crown and a damn sight better than fucking Cheez-Its (or Cheez-Shits as I just now started calling them because I came up with it while typing this comment).

At least I'm not a skull with tentacles.

Then I guess it's not really like Ghost ship at all, is it?

Not if the advertising dollars went down.

And events happened in real time.

The dynamic of their relationship was a big part of what made it so scary, Robuttnik (to me, anyway).

Don't hold your breath.

Oh, I think he'd rather show you. Just head on down to his basement.

Oh, Lobsters, I could just eat you up!

Chuck
I wonder if Chuck Klosterman will tell us that this is the last real rock concert that will ever be put on.

"Theme to the TV show Rawhide…"

…the Double Douche.

The Italian Leather Sofa Job?

No, it was "Johnny Cakes" written by Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider. And I don't think it was weak. The Sopranos established pretty well that all local businesses paid protection money.

Funny you bring this up. I just watched that episode with the chain coffee shop last night. It's the one where Juliana Marguiles plays the Jamba Juice rep trying to buy the chicken and egg shop that Tony owns. The guys making collections and getting nowhere with the corporate chains lament "What's happening to this…

Lime
One of my favorite lines from American Psycho:

Figures
Right after I buy my dad a buttonless Shuffle for Father's Day.

patriotism: (n.) not thinking dis here country needs to get put back in shape by a buncha Limey queers cuz'n dis here is the greatest nation on Earf 'n' you's a Soshulist queer if'n you don't agree.

Oh, hi, Zeeba Nayba.