Anyone remember what the "O" in GOP stands for?

For some reason, I can't remember . . .

Not anymore.

Not after Jim Kelly died. In San Diego.

RIP.

No, wait, Doc. Doc. The-the-the bruise on your head, I know how that happened. You told me the whole story. You were standing on your toilet and you were hanging a clock, and you fell and you hit your head on the sink. And that's when you came up with the idea for the flux capacitor / coaching the Clippers . . . which…

I know!

It's set in Wichita. Makes it all the stranger, don't you think?

"I talked to Doc for like 45 minutes . . . "

I know!

But the clip is so, so fake.

I mean, there is no way you'd find a parking spot that size right in front of your building . . . .

The Stop-And-Frisk Program, racist since 1973 . . . .

If everything goes perfectly, and if he gets a little lucky, this will be Andrew in 20 years:

All went well, at least for list-entry number one? (I'm choosing to ignore the cat . . . .)

Wishing you all the very best, as always. So happy for your and FluterDude. So hopeful that every day, for both of you, is better than the last.

And the audition? Do tell!

(Confession: I don't know what GroupThink is. On…

Fluter!

How are you?

How did it ALL GO??!??!

And what about the millions and millions of vaguely cross-eyed kids out there?!?

Doesn't Disney get some credit for finally thinking of them?

I'm with you. And you be you.

Just trying to make a (lame?) Remote Control reference.

RIP, Ken Ober.

Be careful.

Those guys — and they're all guys — are a finicky and protective lot. If you plan to ask them to do anything, I'd suggest having more than a few extra Benjamins in your pocket . . . .

This is exciting!

And you may use all of the space you need. We'll have a lot. Don't forget: One of the happy soon-to-be-newlyweds is the Flatiron Building, and we've invited all of its friends. Lotsa space!

Say more, if only for planning purposes ....

Of course. But you have to agree to be in the dance crew too. (See my screen name.)

And I'd be helpful to know if you'll be bringing a guest . . . .

You're still coming to the wedding(s), though, right?

No shellfish.

You are fantastic. Thank you.

And may I make a suggestion, in honor of your glory? I don't think you're the SimuLord. I think you're the Stud Boy. Perhaps a change of screen name is in order?

I thought John Boehner was already married . . . .

See.

This is what happens when you have an owner who knows nothing about basketball.