It took me 10 minutes to realize the guy in the photo is not Morrissey's cousin but is the officer in question.

My lasting memory: in line to buy a game, and the guy in front of me asks for some WW2 game that just came out. The clerk looks at him, cocks an eyebrow, and says "That game SUCKS". Followed by some taken aback mumbling from the customer, who finally replied "umm, well, I still want it".

Couldn't Apple sell that "concert deactivate" technology they patented recently to theaters? Seems like a less controversial and more productive use of it.

Not true. The symptoms for ovarian cancer are fairly nonspecific, and the blood marker for it (CA125) is as well. In 2015 more than half of all ovarian cancers are diagnosed at the late stage (metastatic) when they are incurable. The problem is as Mike Rose said above that the symptoms don't manifest in force until…

I'm missing my keys. And my cheese.

Don't worry, J.K. Rowling will let us know that Dumbledore was not only secretly homosexual, but also secretly black. Problem solved.

Landmine has taken my sight, taken my speech, taken my hearing, taken my arms, taken my legs, taken my soul, left me with this mustaaaaaaaaaaaaache.

I found it amusing that after the whole "Connection"/"Three Girl Rhumba" furor, Donna's song "Nothing Stays The Same" on the 6 Track EP lifts the chorus straight from "Kidney Bingos".

I think we can safely leave the "crazy" off of "crazy talk" when referring to Morrissey now. When he talks, we can safely assume it's some nutball rant.

Is this one another endless homage to the greatness of NYC? I got sick of that a season in, and I like NYC.