I LOVE how the show is slowly revealing Chuck to be as big a scam artist as Jimmy, just in his own way. You know the old saying, we hate in others what we most despise in ourselves?

Sort of a Sherlock Holmes/Moriarty relationship.

Yes! Not Fring, but an agent of Fring.

I have not. Is it worth a look?

We've decided to …








sue.

Wanna buy my very own Civil War sword? I'll sell it to you for $200.

Or the opposite, like the fella who was struggling financially (he revealed that during the appraisal, as I recall), only to learn that the Native American blanket that had hung on his wall for years was worth $100k. He instantly burst into tears and I just wanted to give him a hug.

Told in that backwoods dialect - hilarious.

No, seriously! I read about it here:

Anybody heard the scuttlebutt that the first letter of each BCS episode title for this season is an anagram that spells out FRINGS BACK?

Fear of success and fear of failure. So dysfunctional.

No melons yet. Necrophilia for days, though.

Finally got around to reading Cormac McCarthy's Child of God. I love it, buy holy shit, is this book dark.

The really annoying thing for me about the Replacements was that they'd do their level best to destroy any good will they had with ANYONE in their corner and then cry that they weren't as big as R.E.M. Well no shit.

About 12 years ago I hit the AR in my town, with my own Civil War sword and a friend's rhinoceros horn bowl that had been in his family for generations. The sword was only worth about $100 (shit!), but the bowl was rare and (I can only assume) worth substantially more. I remember Marvin Sokolow looking at it and then…

Ooh, don't pull that thread around here.

No, it's Big Ol' Jed and Elijah. Get it right.

And a wife-beater, if I'm not mistaken.

Seriously. I saw the Black Keys at the Bridgestone Arena a few years ago and they fucking sucked. The horse-faced drummer especially.

But two pussies.