I'm really pleased to not be reading these anymore, but thought I'd stop by the comments for some validation.

Speakig of loose cannons, I'd probably just send Harlan a check and be done with it—unless you want a dead gopher delivered 4th class during summer.

Speakig of loose cannons, I'd probably just send Harlan a check and be done with it—unless you want a dead gopher delivered 4th class during summer.

The NEW Hot Pastrami on Rye from Arby's didn't dodge the oven. Oh, no. We put it right in, and now it's ready for you, all bubbling with mozzarella, and packed full of flavor.

The NEW Hot Pastrami on Rye from Arby's didn't dodge the oven. Oh, no. We put it right in, and now it's ready for you, all bubbling with mozzarella, and packed full of flavor.

OMG, dude's smoking some opium, better run away before he goes wild and starts rapin' our womenfolk.  Why, there's an opium den just right down the street from me, all full of disreputable looking chinee gentlemen.  Most distressing.

OMG, dude's smoking some opium, better run away before he goes wild and starts rapin' our womenfolk.  Why, there's an opium den just right down the street from me, all full of disreputable looking chinee gentlemen.  Most distressing.

His original screenplay was about a drug dealer on the Enterprise, but somebody (G.R.?) DID NOT WANT, so there were substantial rewrites.

His original screenplay was about a drug dealer on the Enterprise, but somebody (G.R.?) DID NOT WANT, so there were substantial rewrites.

The hat is pretty great.

Have you ever had dogs?   They'll eventually lick pretty much every part of you, if you want them to or not.  They will drag their dirty asses across the floor. They will chew their paws bloody while laying in the middle of your part of the bed.

Seinfeld's disregard for every one's basic humanity is what draws me to it. All other humans, their lives, their fears, their triumphs—it's all grist for the mill, and if it doesn't directly impact the lives of the gang—they couldn't care less.

"Excelsior!" works in almost any situation.  I use it regularly.

Your deep insights into the psyche of 50's America illuminate like forking purple lightning & crash through my flimsy intellectual constructions like thunder through an unfinished opera house of obsidian in a world where the sun never rises.

There was that whole world war, with the nuclear bombings.

So tired.
Snow is falling on these woods.

If he's being truthful, I'm pretty impressed.
& either way—at this point he's got to put up or shut up.

Thanks Keith…
Appreciated.