They were buddies from back in Philly, though, right? He certainly wasn't the best chef he could have picked, but I viewed that as being loyal to his buddy.

How can you write a review of this show lambasting Nick's victory, without noting that the worst two dishes served (by a pretty strong consensus) were Nina's dessert and swordfish? I would have loved to have seen her win, and they might have forgiven the dessert if that was her only misstep, but no one seemed to…

Jesus, I edited that response like five times and still missed that! I blame the polar vortex; my fingers ain't working worth a damn today.

Also, I don't think it was coincidental that Tupelo broke up as Tweedy began to find his voice; it's hard for a band to survive with two strong voices. And, that seemed again to play out, within Wilco, when Tweedy kicked out Jay Bennett.

Caveat; I've listened to a lot more Wilco than Sub Volt.

I don't know, but if I'm ever brutally murdered, I hope that it's in Miami and that Eunice Cooper (from The First 48) is in charge of the investigation.

No, but guilt-tripping your boyfriend into helping you fuck your ex kind of is.

"White Castle" was one of the best stupid-comedies of the past decade. Stupid, but so aware of its stupidity that it was actually pretty damn clever.

"If You Don't Love Me I'll Kill Myself" was Pete Droge, who I still listen to a fair amount. That's pretty much the only song of his that's really goofy like that.