It was pretty emotional when Noel left. "Don't look back in anger," I heard him say.

Not in my state. Level of impairment is irrelevant. All you have to have is a "detectable amount of a restricted controlled substance" in your blood.

They'll take a blood test, and if they find any trace of it in your blood you're busted (at least in a zero tolerance state). Which sucks, because there can be byproducts in your blood for days after you smoke.

I'm waiting, but all I hear is a gurgling water pipe…?

I might smoke if it were legal. Not because of it's legality, but because I'm too lazy to go out and find a dealer.

I stopped paying attention to U2 around 2003 or so, so I thought that this article meant that Bono had a sex-change operation, making him eligible for Woman of the Year.

I hold my own with the TV and film stories here, but when it comes to 9/10 of the music stories, I'm lost.

Silly George. Brad Pitt can't kill zombies. They're already dead!

*looks up from belly button*

I'd rather have the player piano version of Gwar's Slaughterama, personally.

<robot> Christine walks past </robot>

Robot Night Court! Now THAT I'd watch!

I don't know anything about the band, but that album cover made me curl up in a corner and weep.

That is the greatest thing ever to be put into writing. My dreams of a GOT/Terminator shared universe will be fulfilled!

And then mail those bits to a relative, a la Ramsey Bolton.

Naw, it sucked quietly. She's like a little ninja.

Sweet!

I've been catching up on Ash vs. the Evil Dead lately, and it got me thinking that there's not nearly enough gushing blood on GOT. Sure, there's blood, but when I see someone's head get chopped off, I want to see arterial spray like a hose, all over the place, for an unreasonably long time.

Apparently, no one has the profound appreciation for Tommy Boy that I have.

I personally didn't think so, but apparently katydid.