What really suggested the correlation between actual events was the disclaimer at the beginning of the show that counterindicated any correlation between actual events. Because reality is a fucking crazy person.

I've never much cared if my kids were to start swearing. Somehow, though, the one little bugger who's old enough to talk (now 8) learned via context that swear words are associated with specific events like, say, me dropping a miter box on my foot. So, she's thus far censored herself.

@Haden: I would argue that dumber kids just need to be hit more.

@canard:

Unless the fly in the chardonnay was actually a stinkbug in a Bud Lite, and in the sense that the words were used in a manner to depict something other than their literal meaning, it was perfectly ironic.

In my post-feminist house, I juggle 2 kids and handle the housework and meals while also working full-time from home to fund my wife's ill-conceived capitalist ventures, usually involving plans to sell Leg Avenue products online. What's the word for when the pendulum swings back too far the other way?

OF COCK

On my last flight into McCarron, the flight attendants announced several birthdays, a marriage, and one of the attendants 15th employment anniversery. In between each announcement came an increasingly feeble, self-conscious spattering of applause that had gave the distinct impression that the clappers suddenly…

I recall a similar audience reaction in "You've got mail" when Meg Ryan stands withing 4 feet of Tom Hanks and doesn't get sucked into the gravitational void at the point where the space between his eyes and forehead meet. All the physics-saavy folks were choking on their popcorn.

… starring Vince Vaughn somehow.

What's with Aniston and animals? Aniston exists in a genre bubble, and every rom-com has a quirky pet. As focus group legend has it, women love quirky pets.

@LC - So, what you're saying is Bill is actually being played by Woods?

The same mechanism that allows mere mortals to summon Sea Monkeys through the mail, except instead of shrimp it's a maenad, and instead of cutting open envelopes of monkey eggs you gotta cut open a little black-eyed adolescent version of yourself.

If baseball emphasizes skill over athleticism, why are so many of the prime players on the 'roids? Doesn't the preference for raw power over cognitive clarity kind of dispute that?

There was no "Pepsi presents The Spin Doctors" (although I believe "Pocket Full of Kryptonite belongs in a soda commercial), but I saw Bad Brains courtesy of Miller Lite. So, there's your analogy. The things we drink gave us the things we listen to, even in the 90's.

George Lopez isn't "sell out a stadium" funny. He's a little more "12 episodes of Roseanne in a row is too much… Nick at Nite needs another sitcom at the alter" funny.

I think a series of phallic shaped objects punctuating double entendre dialogue would suffice.

I dunno.
If I want to see a bunch of creeps shouting one-liners and cliche's in identical metal outfits trying to kill Chris Eccleson, I'll just watch the 9th doctor series.

Delicious?

Chicago spends too much effort separating its ethnicities to bother separating its trash.