Or suppository…

Changing the window glass itself isn’t likely to be a problem; if the design or materials on the exterior were significantly changed from that present during the building or district’s period of significance, the building might not be eligible for the National Register (and thus a tax credit). And, yes, Fischoeder…

Haven’t looked those up yet, but I did check out the Posies’ “Dream All Day,” King Missile’s “Detachable Penis,” and L7’s “Andres.”

“…if you live in New York City (or Staten Island, for that matter)…”

I’ll be traveling to Kodiak Island with Lady Digital for a week starting tomorrow. We live in the Northeast, so our days are already long, but sunset at 10:30 and sunrise at 5:30, plus jet lag, will make our circadian rhythms all wonky.

Username/topic synergy!

Our local ice cream truck plays “Turkey in the Straw” all the goddamn time. It also bears the trade name “MR. DING-A-LING.” The driver reportedly had a turf war with another one a couple of years ago.

Well, there goes my joke. And a much better version than I would have done.

The name LePage just makes me think of Steely Dan’s “Everyone’s Gone to the Movies.”

console.log("I damn near SHIT!")

Or DJ Swinderella?

I referenced Are You Afraid of the Dark? around a campfire at a party mostly attended by college kids a couple of years ago. Blank stares. That was my “Hey Nineteen” moment.

Our local ’80s/’90s/’00s station often slips in bumpers before songs giving the year of the song and a pop-culture clip from that time. They keep using 1986 to lead into…the original Aerosmith version of “Walk This Way.”

I have a vulgar version of this song that always comes to mind when I hear the original:

< lawsuit proof .. I wish I was >

Nye was also the silent science demonstrator in the closing segment of the Back to the Future animated series, which was my introduction to him. I thought it was odd when he got his own (amazing) show.

I had the You Can with Beakman & Jax paperback in first grade—because I loved the TV show—and within a year or two, the spine had split in several places due to my reading it so much. Farewell, Jok.

Every Thursday, I check The A.V. Club to see if it’s going to be a Rabin day. ’Tis.

Sounds like a portmanteau of foe and froth. That’s sufficiently metal, I think.

And that’d give you a real…SUMMER IN HELL!