Not everybody drinks, for crying out loud.

That would bother some people more than others. Me, not at all. I wouldn't want to watch live birth of mammals every morning, but birdshit is nearly nothing.

I think the adjective she didn't wait for was smutty.

Nobody mentioned that. Now suddenly I can make time to watch.

With you. HOC so gleefully rotten. Not entranced.

The point, Kyle, of this story is that Clear Channel has bought most of the radio frequencies in this country, keeping them out of the hands of smaller companies that might, oh, serve the public interest, with local-oriented programming that enhances the civic participation of the people. Smaller companies have been…

Just saying you have willfully missed the point, Kyle, because when I respond as though in earnest to what you actually said it makes me sound like a bigger jerk than usual. I thought the jerkiness of my comment was illustrative of … uh … other jerkiness.

Kyle you are so dynamite for downloading NPR. Too bad the poor suckers in KS who don't know no better will never think of it. You could go out there and help out.

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.