Well, this sounds delightful. I know what I'm getting next time the wife and I have an adventurous evening out.

You gave it the ol' college try, and for that you get a tip o' the hat.

The problem is in the second word. Do we believe for a moment that Mr. Trump has the intellectual focus to truly administer anything?

You took a good honest stab at it. Respect for that.

Don't worry. President Trump will bring those drones home.

I am deeply ambivalent toward this gimmick.

Sure, the pragmatic white supremacists.

That would imply a sense of history, no matter how hazy.

There's implication that you, a white man because what else could you be, are letting your obviously white wife have sex with a black man.

THEY DON'T CLAP!

Ron Paul write-ins.

I always wanted to see some sort of comic book hijinx/caper team-up of Carlos Danger and Ron Mexico.

Dad joke alert: Butch Vig used to justify the band name Garbage by saying that Hootie and the Blowfish was the only other available band name left.

The new P.O.S. record, Chill, Dummy, should be out any time now. I just played the second single from it last night.

Peace and love, peace and love.

They have been, but they started really young. Not Silverchair young (those guys are still well shy of 40), but young.

Well, they grew up in the Bay Area. It checks out.

I do, but I'm 35 and Kerplunk and Dookie were my first forays into anything resembling "modern" music, with my fascinations before that being Michael Jackson, Europe, and MC Hammer. The nostalgia runs strong.

Huh. Tyler, The Creator is getting billed above DJ Shadow.

I think after my Ginuwine suggestion got picked for last season, I'm clearly dating myself.