Yes, come. You will have a blast.*

I, too, live near Dayton. This is just one more piece piled on top of the mountain of evidence that Dayton is the center of the universe.

A lot of women I know have gone green - their bachelors are electric.

Whatever you do, don't ask Wildcard Charlie to do ANYTHING when he's lying down and half-drunk. It so incapacitates him, that he can't even clap his hands!

Two irons worth.

I thought it was a reality show following a family of Alligator Americans who lost their mother in the September 11th attacks.

Any father would be proud to let his tween daughter marry a man of R. Kelly's brilliance. We should all be so lucky.

You do need to give it up. I love the album, and that song especially, but I don't think anyone (on here) besides you or I have heard it.

Well, it did have its weak moments, but I thought it was a lot more hit than miss. And the hits (the DP stuff, the National's stuff, Bon Iver, Sufjan Stevens, Yeasayer, Ben Gibbard & Feists' duet, and quite a few others) more than made up for the few misses, IMO.

I've believed she was a witch since I saw Hocus Pocus back whenever it came out. I think he witchy powers are slipping, and we're finally seeing her true self showing through - a 6000 year old Germanic hag.

Balls! Sorry I missed that.

Dark Was the Night
No love for this compilation album?

I'm with you 1000%. Heartless Bastards are amazing, and The Mountain is great album. I just discovered them this year, and I've been playing the fuck out of all three of their albums ever since.

Isn't there a Slanket somewhere you should be filling with your farts?

I don't think this product is really taking things far enough. I can foresee a whole system of clips, pulleys and bungee cords.

What do you care what two phones do in the privacy of their own home?

I thought Seven Soldiers from Grant Morrison was a great example of that. Kind of a one-off book, but tons of fun. Frankenstein kicked ass.

I was just assuming that we were all in agreement on what the ultimate was and that it went without saying.

Thousands of years of social revolutions both small and large in the name of female equality have resulted in this penultimate expression of feminist self-determination: the blurry myspace cleavage shot.

You are pretty happy, jack. I like it.