No, but she did do the "It's my wife, and it's my life" series of anniversary cards.

I am soooo glad he didn't make a move on Sally today (Oh god, are they saving that for the season finale.) Just thinking about it makes me sick.

A Thousand Leaves" was a pretty shitty album.

I feel for poor Abe; Being an English major and saying shit like that has gotten me SO not laid.

Fuck that. I'm a goddamn raging bigot against the encroachment of our helpless virgin shores by the Orange Peril.

Doesn't matter if they did or not. Kerry may have been a world-class douche, but Bush's election by a majority of my fellow citizens is when I ceased in my heart to be an American.

Lovecraft - the video always makes me want to get shitfaced on Guinness, for some reason.

I think the difference is that in their standup acts Ellen DG tells jokes and Sarah Silverman makes fun of people (even if its herself that's the butt of the joke).

There is only no Crash but "Crash (1996)", and Deborah Kara Unger got very, very naked in it.

I think the Beatles show was in August.

No James Joyce fans around, I see.

I heard (years ago, admittedly, so pardon any mondegreens) that she's been givin' that stuff out to all them graffiti guys.

But would you like to have a beer with him? If so, we should elect him president.

Then why does he look so pale?

Speak for yourself, Dan. My girls are like Famke Jannsen doing her trick in Goldeneye, only imagine that the victim is Buckwheat.

Signing shit!
(Like a Boss!)
That I didn't read!
(Like a Boss!)
Dodging G-men!
(Like a Boss!)
Pukin' In the sink!
(Like a Boss!)
Shit on Roger's desk!
(Like a Duck!)

Christina Hendricks could not fit in a Wonder Woman costume. Though I'd like to see them try…

"Star Trek" was too cheap and small-time for Crane to bother with. He's got "Peyton Place", bitches!

I just meant that if this is supposed to be the August '65 show, it was going to be rather hot, not just catastrophically loud and crowded, and that that wouldn't be my favored manner of coming down off a panic attack.

How far we've come…That would be a double high-five now, except there's no more Playboy bunnies. I'm sad now.