If I were still in college, I would encourage the school administration to invite David Koch, Mitch McConnell, Peter Brant or some other rebarbative jerk to give the commencement address. That way the student body would have a fine opportunity to pelt him with dead skunks.

Coincidentally, this was a solecism noted by the Times today in the "After Deadline" blog. Not this one specifically, of course. And it's a wee error.

I think perhaps you mean "Pees Spontaneously"

Clearly, you've never witnessed the fervor of those who succumb to Chester A. Arthur-itis.

This brings back memories. I was having a drink with Nancy Jo in a bar when she spotted the kid she used as her "fake Leo" for that article. I thought she was nuts, but as usual N.J. Sales pulled it off with aplomb.

Lame.

Norm!

Perhaps the guy is a huge Goldie Hawn fan?

Emma and Cinnamon and now this? Cruel. But in a good way.

Stars to you.

At Berkeley, the Crips hang out behind the Women's Studies building. The library is Latin Kings turf. Everyone knows that!

They have a pretty quick fuse in Arizona. In a Scottsdale hotel bar, I once saw tempers flare to an uncomfortable degree when the bartender ran out of almond-stuffed olives for martinis.

As a Maryland native I've known plenty of patrician horsey-set fungi, but Emma's dad seems to be a pretty decent guy. Apart from other things he trains mustangs that were found (or, I guess, caught) on Bureau of Land Management ranges—and if I recall correctly, BLM policy is or was to kill horses and sell them to dog…

Loved the Expos. I was in college when Rick Monday—the redneck fucker—hit that home run in the playoffs off of Steve Rogers. I threw my b/w TV out the dorm window; got put on disciplinary probation. I would do it again.

Yeah, talk about a one-two pleasant surprise/unpleasant surprise combo. Still, a lot of folks here seem to like the 'do, so I'm probably some kind of hairstyle grouch.

Well, regular readers know you're veterans at knocking off easy targets.

And absoposidefinitely not that Kentucky favorite, Hot Brown.

To clarify, I'm referring to Kate and Madeleine

Back in olden days, people figured Leopold and Loeb were a good pairing, and look how that turned out.

Whatever you have "a-cookin'"--bon appétit.