I dated the MC at the Comedy Works in Denver way back in the day (when Roseanne was just starting out) and spent a lot of time back-stage, and I’ve never been in a more tension-filled, weird-ass, paranoid and just-plain-crazy room in my life. One guy standing in a corner muttering/crying alone, one pacing in a circle…

I see a little Mariska Hargitay in there also. Whatever...she’s lovely.

The best advice I ever got was, “Try not to be an asshole.”

And I’m well on my way to finishing my 16th Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. I am a Loo-hoooo-hoooo-ser and decided that “it’s too late to start running now at almost-70.” I’d probably have some sort of a stroke.

Good lord, he is a pretty man. Ian Somerhalder, too. That level of beauty is right up there with Paul Newman & Redford, IMO.

Tiny, tiny little creepy weenie-hands; not as small as Ed Helms’ hands but pretty damn small. Men with hands that small creep me out.

Mr. Murray_Present’s band played live and the damn bass player decided our first dance should be “The Thrill Is Gone.” Thanks, Don LaCorte, and RIP B.B.

This is tangential but (slightly) relevant: I’m, I guess, about as white as we come and, prior to 1964, had never had anything to do with the South. That was the year I went off to college at Texas Woman’s University in Denton. (It should be noted that residents of the DFW/Denton Triangle rankle at being thought of as…

My younger sister once said to me, “You’re the only person I’ve ever known who is both Julia and Suzanne Sugarbaker rolled into one person.” I think it’s probably the biggest compliment I’ve ever gotten but everyone else is horrified.

But remember...it’s not a cry that you hear at night.

No snark. Which came first: “My Chick Bad” or this?

I had to do an ASL presentation of that once and it was pretty cool with all that imagery. Although the sign for “yet” still cracks me up. (Elbow to the side at 90 degree angle, forearm/hand bent down pointing at floor, then wave hand to and fro quickly, kind of like a doggy door.) “Intentional Heartache” is also a…

I like it; my favorite is “Time,” though, probably because one of my top, say, 20 favorite songs ever is “Ain’t That Lonely Yet.” I’d buy anything he puts out, along with Springsteen, without thinking twice.

Dwight Yoakam turns almost every cover he does into his own. (See esp. “Train in Vain” and “Things We Said Today.”)

Those of us who are hard, cold rockers appreciate your restraint! (No snark.) And I’m with you on Maroon 5.

Oh, sure. George Thorogood, Bob Seger and Bruce ruined music. (Or am I misunderstanding you and are you putting the emphasis on the “wimpy” part? In that case, sorry. And yeah. Although, as much as I hate to admit it, I really like JM’s “Who Says...” Gah.)

OMG, I love men like this! Naive but genuinely interested, clueless but needing-to-know. I’ve got one, too. Love ‘em!

Goodgod, is it spring? We’re enduring our second blizzard in a week here in close-to-South-Park, Colorado and I just yelled out my window at a herd of 19 deer to stop peeing so close to the house. They were not impressed.

You know what? Sometimes the hard work is simply not worth what you get out of it. You deserve what you WANT; if you’re not getting your propers, why pay into a relationship that’s not functioning in a way that’s good for you?

Above all, do NOT engage! Those bastards know every button and exactly when to push each one.