Just would like to say that I agree with everything This isn't Rocket Science said.

I just listened to The Mysterious Production of Eggs with my kids the other day. My 16 month old daughter was loving it. I think she's fascinated by the whistling.

I have not cheated on my wife and never will, but I'm starting to wonder if I need to put some peanut butter or chocolate (or both!) on my dangly bits. I used to at least be able to count on the birthday blow job, but here we are a few weeks later and I'm still dangerously un-blown.

Christopher Moore would be great, but the authors I'd really love to meet are the two Neil/Neals (Gaiman and Stephenson).

I'd love to meet Werner Herzog, too. Ever since gleaning his philosophy of life from the narration on Grizzly Man, I've been fascinated with the guy.

The only celebrity I've ever met was Dave Chappelle. I live in the town he has chosen as his hermit abode. Really nice guy. A lot shorter in person than I expected. My wife used to work at a hemp store (insert weed joke here) in town years ago, and Dave came in and dropped a few grand on hemp clothes and…

Her lack of emotion was borderline Borgish, but I somehow really liked her nonetheless. Her food looked awesome.

She doesn't look like a bird, she looks like the bastard child of ET and a praying mantis. Freaks me the fuck out.

My favorites seem to line up with Tasha's quite a bit.

I think it's kind of silly to compare the comedy from one decade to the next. Comedic tastes shift over time. What was funny 50 years ago, mostly isn't funny today. Sure, straightforward pratfalls and physical stuff is pretty timeless, but the jokes that made them roll back on the USO tour in '43, aren't going to…

Is it telling about the evolution of humanity in general, or my two and a half year old son in particular, that all he wants to do is take off all of his clothes and run around outside?

Falling down on his butt is not an equal trade for helping to fill the toilet that is pop culture in the year 2009. Did the Broadway prop also cause him to become infertile and impotent? Then we're getting close…

I believe it would have gone something like this:

I thought that was a drag queen, not Stockard Channing.

I quit over 10 years ago, and still get the occasional urge. Especially when having a cold beer on a hot day.

Agreed on Asuka, but disagreed on not begrudging the MS daughter. She just wasn't that great of a dancer. Without the MS dad sob story, it would have been questionable to send her to choreography, much less Vegas. There were a number of dancers sent to choreography who could have danced circles around her.

By the way, the judges seemed a bit harsh on Tall Travis for being physically weak. The male ego is a fragile beast, it must be handled with kid gloves. It's almost as bad as them saying "I couldn't help but notice that you have an extremely small penis. Dancing pants are rather revealing - you may want to consider…

Well, if they're not hip, then who else is going to be doing the deciding of what calculators and slide rules we'll be putting in the pocket protectors of our stripey scientist shirts anded white lab-type coats next year?

What is all this worry about the money? The money is #23 on the list of things to worry about with having kids. Not to sound like some kind of hokey cliche, but that shit works itself out. You sacrifice and you make it work.

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