A company? It's practically a monopoly. You'd defend Walgreen's lunch counter's right to refuse service to people whose politics they don't like.

Clear Channel is nearly a monopoly. The power of the airwaves is largely in their hands. Fuck Ronald Reagan and fuck Bill Clinton for making it possible. This is a LOT more like the power company declining to hook some homes up to electricity, because they don;t like the beliefs of the residents there.

You are after my heart.

Well, it's based on Scott's memoirs, not Lee's; Scott's motivations are never in doubt. It's not a biography; It's the story of a love affair, not a life. So much about the way Soderbergh put it together suggests a comedy.

Mimicry. Thrilling when Harry Shearer does it.

Kidding? He's the international mean! He looks Middle Eastern, Black, Greek, Sephardic, Pacific Islander, and Welsh. The breepy thing is that elephant tusk ivory grill covering his teeth.

You'll be Crappling Oaf Branch.

It may not BE terrible, but it sure makes me FEEL terrible.

I guess you weren't around when Luhrmann corn holed the story of the Moulin Rouge with freaking McCartney songs. Ugh; a bug.

If letters are coming out of his typewriter and flying about his head, I hope to God Nick is in a mental hospital somewhere.

You are probably better at getting books and kids are notorious for finding their own thing to be good at, at varying rates of parental dismay. My friend is a choral singer and a fiddler, and her kids had lessons and an instrument for every childhood whim, but they never stayed with anything long enough to actually…

He does seem like a man who has not internalized the distinction self/others.

Colin Hank? Let me check that with Lee Ann Rime and Britney Spear.

I can't claim never, but I get a cold for my wife's five. The level of fecal bacteria on the things I handle every day must be pretty manageable for a guy as careless as myself.

I don't know if I'd call it a song, not a song like "April Showers" or anything; It sounds like a cross between a pep cheer and a rhythmic taunt. I guess it has a lot in common with that Sam The Sham record "My Gal Is Red Hot (Your Gal Ain't Doodley Squat)."

But Baz wanted you to feel the same electric danger jazz age readers felt about the happening up to date now party that opens the book. He said so on public radio yesterday. You can't use Louis Armstrong and the Hot Five to give today's audiences a sense of electric danger. Baz wants it all: the romance of the…

I wouldn't watch Game of Thrones with your eyeballs.

Welcome to the monkey house.

I'm a stick up for Nordstrom now - that apostrophe "s" thing hurts they heart, so quit it!

Leave it to me to be surprised that music is about something. What was Barber's Adagio about, again?