I'm entirely late to this party, but I say it's never too late to encourage a brother when he's down. Hang in there, PW. I'm dealing with certifiable insanity in my family, too. I hope your mom is in the right place to get some help.

I'm with you on that one Gringo. He was so befuddled by Powerpoint way back when. Him suddenly producing a flash drive threw me off a bit.

There is the occasional awful show that I'll watch for the ridiculousness of it: I watched Gilmore Girls with my mom a couple of times, and I watch the last 20 increasingly terrible minutes of Life on Mars every week when my preempted recording of Lost ends, but I can not - CAN NOT- abide Charmed.

Your big wheels came with brakes? I and my sheared off nose are jealous.

If Tonka made a big dumptruck that I could drive to work, they might have my money. Who knew nostalgia could cause such a dependence on foreign oil?

That guy can deliver crazy with a straight face with the best of them.

Later that day…

I used to stay with a friend's grandmother a lot when I was a kid, and she had those freaky little dolls all over her house. She had crocheted special outfits for all of them, and they all had names, and she would tell me their names every time I went over there. When a little kid thinks your toys are mental,…

*shudder*

Careful what you say about those toys. They bear arms.

Yes, this is all new to me, too. I mostly assumed these were bought up by the same "collectors" who buy the creepy baby dolls from HSN. Those people don't have sex. I need to believe that.

My friend's husband is not well, and he used to insist that they have all of their arguments via Care Bear. He would require that they each hold one and express their feelings by making the Care Bear say it for them.

In high school, we had to pair up and design a t-shirt in art class. My friend and I did the "Metal Up Your Ass" design, but with a paintbrush coming out of the toilet instead. It said "Art Up Your Ass." We were reduced to that silent click-laugh every time we started to turn it in. Our teacher, however, was…

You really saw that one through, Choco. I like it. Go!

Forgiveness, please. I was on a clear liquid diet the other day when I replaced Uma Thurman with Anne Heche in Kill Bill. I don't like either one, but there is a difference.

In my limited experience, I've found that while they're little, they'll pretty much listen to what you expose them to. That all goes down the crapper once they're older, though.

Edible Arrangements FTW. Chocolate-covered fruit that thinks it's flowers? I love it.

Every time I hear her name, all I can think of is her nasty damn big toe in Kill Bill.

I wondered if that's where she got that.

I don't know, I kind of hope they leave it, and let him randomly reference it down the road when he gets some big bailout money and blows it all on breast implants for himself.