To Catch a Thief is my guilty pleasure. The scenery is gorgeous, the cars are gorgeous, the clothes are perfect, and the dialogue sparkled at times.

All right, let's weigh in on the g-spot. This apparently can vary in location and sensitivity from woman to woman, but in Missus Rickster it is relatively easy to reach via penile penetration at an angle that's pretty easy to assume. Which you'd think was fantastic but it means other angles and positions are met with…

A fond Christmas memory I have is seeing this movie a year ago in an old theater on Cleveland's west side, with Ian Petrella answering questions afterward. Man, that movie is a RELIGION in Cleveland. In the rust belt, you take your triumphs where you can get 'em I guess. I still find it a genial enough holiday…

First time I saw them was on the "Hear it Is" tour and it was life-changing. This was when REM and Duran Duran ruled indie and mainstream radio respectively, and to see these hairy Okie freaks doing a Who-does-Dazed-and-Confused-a-la-punk thing was brilliant. Seen 'em a dozen times since, and the last time, about two…

No part of that post made any sense to me. Are we talking about football again?

The correct answer is anything Elliot Easton ever did in the Cars. Listen to the solo in "Shake it Up." Where melody and blazing chops meet.

The backing vocals are all canned obviously, but because my 6-year-old loves this album and knows every word, I could tell she actually was singing on Letterman. I think she's genuinely very good. Everyone's cultural filters are different, so that while saying she's less avant than Björk and less nutty than Fiona…

The ones that won "clean" simply haven't been caught yet. I'm not kidding. I raced on and off for 25 years from when I was a BMX rat, and for maybe 7 years was serious enough to be a shaved, 4% body fat, sponsored traveling bike freak. I have the ideal body type for cycling, same height and weight as Armstrong, and I…

Yeah, I was mostly a skinny XC greyhound but a lot of my friends were DHers and uniformly stoners, even the best of them. Many is the all-day ride we'd arrive at some scenic mountain overlook, the DHers would light up, and then in the resulting performance-enhanced state take off to IMMEDIATELY ride straight into…

Also dead sexy.

While I liked this movie immediately, it also impacted future rickster years later, as I was changing backstage at a theater and caught Andi McDowell scoping boxer-clad me. It's a cheap and tenuous brush with tabloid-land, the very worst kind of name-dropping, but by gawd this is a pop culture site I'm not letting…

Mmm. Yes and no. Old 4th Ward and Castleberry Hill are hoppin' now, and I'm seeing development in some weird places. Downtown south of Five Points is pretty low-rent yeah. Still, "sea of decay" is relative. I lived in Atlanta, moved to Cleveland and now that I'm back in Atlanta I have a new idea of urban decay.

I used to work at CDC. They actually have some pretty amazing stuff, and it's the only place I've been that actually looks - in places - like the sort of government facilities on TV shows with the glass walls and shiny tech toys and such. Very modern buildings, healthy foods cafeteria, badass library overlooking the…

This is solid, start to finish. It's a little frightening how self-assured her voice is, and even the way she writes about ambivalence is so sophisticated it seems impossible for someone so young. I really hope she has the family and friends needed to stay sane in that stupid business. Smartest thing she could…

Yuh, eight for me. I don't think a list of Bowie's Books is any more canon than a list of Bowie's Pancake Syrups, or Bowie's Pet Peeves or Bowie's Sexual preferences, but it's fun to look at lists I suppose.

Inherent Vice was a good read, but as The Quirk said, it was so Lebowskiesque it kept me off-balance. Even though Pynchon I guess practically disowned it, I still think The Crying of Lot 49 is the best primer to his writing, though my personal favorite (and I know it's not a popular choice) is Mason & Dixon. In large…

I may be the only surviving Three Johns fan… saw Langford's band open for The Alarm in some club in London in 1984. It's funny to hear his dislike of the Lips because the Three Johns did this half-comedic revolutionary socialist stuttery drum-machine punk (though they had a drummer when I saw them) that makes the Lips…

Precisely. After The Soft Bulletin, I think Wayne started believing the hype and they confused the wacky shit with the songwriting. They used to be passionately rockin' and it simply came out weird because they're an odd bunch. After TSB the tail started wagging the dog, and I think they made music that was…

I put U2, The Police, bondage and Libertarianism all in the same package. You're curious, you sample, then you walk away saying, "What the fuck are those people thinking?"

Oh shit. I DID see the 'Mats in…83. Yeah, at the old (low ceiling, smelly) Downunder at Florida State. It was $1 for students, I went in expecting to see a drunken train wreck but they were tight and utterly great. Bob was sober, and Tommy was the best rock star I'd ever seen, all wild hair, low-slung Ric bass, and…