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But with no balcony.

I saw the original in the theater. The girl I went with thought the house was haunted by the evil spirit of the dead budgerigar the mom flushed down the toilet at the beginning of the film.
In retrospect, that would have made for a more interesting plot.

Public school. What can you do?

So, someone—or something kept shaking your seat and pulling your hair during a showing of Poltergeist, but when you turned around after the movie was over the seat behind you was empty!!

…Polk, Bush, Johnson…

Naming daughters after dead presidents has been popular for a while: Madison, Kennedy, Saxon, Lincoln…

Yeah, I remember when I had my first beer…

I don't want to music-geek too hard here, but country and blues are more or less regarded as "folk" music, and it's more difficult to pin down their specific roots.
Jazz has more elements of a unique creation, although no art form is ever truly created in a vacuum.

He might like that. "The David Letterman Air Conditioner Vent."

What are the odds of it being renamed "The David Letterman Theater?"
I'm pretty sure Dave would be against it.

I liked it better, too, but it's a double-edged sword. A show that airs so late at night is always going to be minor league baseball. You can't blame Dave for wanting to play in the majors.

Peggy wrote the Coca Cola ad!

I think that was the same show that had the drawing to win a brand new Jeep. An army general drew a card from a giant barrel and announced the name of the winner: "Osama Bin Laden! So, Mr. Bin Laden, to claim your prize, simply report to…"

I had the same initial reaction, but you have to consider what the alternative would have been. It would be unnatural—even dishonest— for Letterman to have lots of weepy hugging and Bette Midler singing "The Wind Beneath My Wings."

This is all amateur-hour fanboy stuff. True scholars of Tolkein's works debate much deeper issues. Such as who would win in a fight between Gandalf and Emperor Palpatine.

Ah, the good old days. When a man could erase his wife's brain whenever she got annoying.

Ah, the good old days. When a man could erase his wife's brain whenever she got annoying.

You've made at least fourteen comments defending the fact that Don did the commercial.
This must be a very important point to you.

Glenn would go AWOL and fly back to see Betty one last time. It would be his last chance to ask her to give him a tumble. Whether she agrees or not, I don't want to watch that scene.