I really miss going walking like I used to, but the weather's been chilly enough that I can't do more than 10-15 minutes at a time without getting unpleasantly asthmatic. I really need to figure out a place near me that I can walk indoors. Maybe a mall.

Hey, congrats on going to the UK! I envy you.

Or from that time he went tearing ass around the White House on his motorcycle with the exhaust flame thrower.

That does make me feel better, as my goal is always 50 and right about this time each year, I'm struggling to hit it. I am going the YA route - re-reading the four classic S.E. Hinton books - and some graphic novels.

I've been reading it in slow sips since I got it, not because it's not enjoyable, but because his writing style has real punch and impact, and there is pure Springsteen style in the way he says it. I didn't want to bolt it down and be done too soon.

When I was little and we were poor back in the mid-70s, margarine spread over Saltines was totally a family snack. We weren't fancy, with elevated tastes, though; we didn't even have garlic salt in the house.

I was amused by Philip's dream from which he awoke waving to the crowd.

Yeeess, totally!

Canned smoked oysters are the bomb. And they're good for you!

God, I used to go through a whole box of Little Debbies in a sitting in college. Fudge Rounds, the brownies, swiss cake rolls … over the years I've come to like oatmeal cream pies, but back then I disdained them as "health food."

My cable app is telling me that Doctor Who: Power of the Daleks is on Saturday at 8:25 pm, not Friday.

I'm just happy someone else remembers Giggle Noodle Soup.

Nice reference!

My dad used to put a few spoonfuls of peanut butter in a bowl, squirt some Hershey's chocolate syrup on top of it and stir, and just eat it out of the bowl. He also used to buy those really cheap sandwich cookies, vanilla or chocolate, didn't matter, put a bunch in a bowl, pour milk on top of it and eat them with a…

Dormammu, I've come to bargain …

Yeah, classic rock stars are a nonrenewable resource, and in the last few years, I've resigned myself to paying exorbitant prices to see the ones I love before … well, you know.

I like your observations. To me, the entire album sounds like winter. The winter of Bowie's life, yes. The winter during which it was released, yes. But also the spareness and austerity of the sound, and the album to me has an icy beauty.

I'm just glad to see Bruce Springsteen be awarded with this. It'll make a striking juxtaposition next year this time; one year, awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the next year, marched off to the camps with the rest of us who dared speak out against the Lord Emperor.

Jesus H. That's awful.

I loved it. Saw it three times, 2 of them in 3D, because if ever a movie needed to be seen in 3D, it's this one.