Here you go:

Adopted mutts are the only way to go. None of the inbreeding (and puppy mills, and euthanising unwanted pets, and money, etc..), all of the unconditional love.

I would say they need to have some kids, and that would suck the idle time away quicker than shit. But then I thought, no, these people don't need to have kids. We're doing just fine without their offspring.

I used to house sit for a lady who had two Akitas. They chased down a deer once and killed it.

Love Bogart's. I've seen a few shows there over the years.

mickeymammoth - I agree. I think the Trees hold up better than just about any other band from that era. I love (LOVE) Soundgarden and also really dig Pearl Jam (Ten was the soundtrack to my junior year of high school way back when), but I think the Trees' sound is less of that time than any of the other bands from…

Yep. Neko.

I submit to you this:

30s newspaper lingo quickly morphs into bad movie gangster lingo in my head.

What are all of those people mining back there in my Butte, anyway? Finding some good stuff?

I like my sex like I like my chocolate: enjoyed furiously by myself in the bathroom before my mom comes home.

What's with the 'sticky' joints? Are you guys dipping them in syrup or something? Is that what all the cool kids are doing these days?

Thanks a ton for reminding me of my cancer-riddled shell of a dog who fell on the floor when he was climbing off of the couch yesterday.

Electricity, explained:

I love Malcom in the Middle. The wife and I have watched the whole series a couple of times over in reruns now. It's surprisingly subversive and goes much deeper than your average family sitcom.

Thirding the Lanegan love. He's cooler than Jesus and the Devil wrapped into one.

I love all of Soundgarden's albums, Temple of the Dog and Euphoria Morning. He lost me with Audioslave and it's been downhill ever since.

For me, the choice is between Neko Case and Patty Griffin. And Neko would win, but just by a hair.

It has been my experience that one's iPod is never more than an arm's length away whilst being aurally experienced. One could simply reach out one's arm and press the requisite "skip" button, and the next, cricket-less, track in the mix will reveal itself.

Yes, Fox Confessor is brilliant. I love Blacklisted, but Fox Confessor was a musical revelation for me. One of the absolute best albums of this millennium.