I've seen plenty of black people with this condition, actually. I feel like it's becoming more common as the years go by.

"These roses gave me herpes!"

'The Lillian Verner Game Show' sketches were genuinely funny.

Wait, what?

If I'm not mistaken, Paul's ultimate take on the whole thing was that it was "better to marry than to burn," which is one of the snottier ways of putting that that I've ever heard.

And then Chuck spent the rest of his days in his room, not unlike a lot of other acidheads I've known.

Well, that's just good sense!

It's Gilgamesh, bitch.

Oh, you can do it in Portland too. "Leverage" is still filmed here, and it seems like at least one Hollywood flick gets shot here each year too. As far as union gigs go, it's a pretty small handful of techs who do it all. I'm not in that particular club, even though several of my friends are.

Show biz is a blast because it beats working for a living. I mean, a lot of the time you're doing something stupid, but really; you could be pumping gas or processing fish, you know?

You've been tiddled!

I'm not sure if this is still the case, but local wrestling shows seemed to serve as farm teams for entities like WWF. Before they went on to national stardom (?), Superfly Jimmy Snuka, Billy Jack Haynes and (I think) Rowdy Roddy all wrestled in Portland, on Sandy Barr's old show. And yes, it still continues, but I…

I blame Steve Dennis.

Did any of Mott The Hoople's albums go to number one though?

It is true that songs about rock n' roll tend to suck, but songs about when you first realized exactly how powerful music is are something else. ZZ Top's "Heard It On The X" and Neko Case's "Guided By Wire" are two examples.

Idiotking: if you're really looking for gay metal, look no further than Germany's own Accept. They gave us "Balls To The Wall," "London Leatherboys" and many other songs that made no bones about being exactly what they were.

Well, if you go to see "them" these days, what you'll be seeing is Darius Rucker's solo act. I last encountered him when he was opening for Rascal Flatts. He did Hank Jr.'s "Family Tradition" as his closer, for reasons that escape me.

At a Dead show in 1993 (in Eugene, Or.), Bob Weir suddenly yelled, "HUEY LEWIS!", and everyone started applauding. I looked, and I didn't see Huey anywhere, nor had I heard any harmonica playing. It's possible Bob was just fucking with the crowd, as they all were wont to do at one point or another.

Read your entire post there, 'Yeah,' and note that you win absolutely nothing.

True. That gets lost in the shuffle a lot too: lots of us think the male equivalent of these movies suck.