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In case no one has posted it yet, What If Frank Miller Created "Peanuts"? Panel 1 Panel 2

He was always my favorite one-time member of Jethro Tull who was missing the tips of two fingers on his fretting hand. Of course, it's a very small field of contenders, but still...

He'll be back as a zombie in a few days, ready to pick up where he left off.

Fuck'im. If he doesn't like the ruling he can kill himself. Paradox resolved. Next!

Encyclopedia Brown (where I developed my powers of deductive reasoning), The Three Investigators, Jack Tales, anything mythological (Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, Paul Bunyan), all encyclopedias, and my personal favorite - the dictionary. I would (and still) pick up a dictionary and just flip through it reading entries at random. Learned a little bit about a lot of things that way. Still can't spell worth shit though...

I just listened to the songs on Myspace. Really nice arrangements and performances. You guys did great!

Awesome article. Thanks!

Thanks everybody. I must be getting old - it's a Saturday night, it's my birthday, and all I want to do is turn in early and get some sleep. I used to rock and roll all night and party e-ver-ee day. Then it was every other day. Now, not so much. Thanks again, Doug

Yeah, I'm listening to them at work right now. I really like the recordings Katorz, Voivod, Dimension Hatröss (with its cover of Hefti's Batman theme) and Nothingface (with the cover of Astronomy Domine). Just can't imagine the band continuing without Piggy.

And when the mammoths become corrupted by power we will regenerate the mastodons to keep them in check. And the symbols of the two political parties will be a hairy elephant and a slightly less-hairy elephant.

Happy birthday!

I saw Jay Easton play a contrabass sax at a recital in Atlanta a few years back; the recital was a meet-the-members-of-the-woodwinds-family type of deal. When he brought out the c-bass I saw some of the mothers pull their kids closer to them like a large unleashed dog had just walked into the room.

Oh, this is an easy one: David Torn and Prezens (Tim Berne, Craig Taborn, Gerald Cleaver) at Ann Arbor's Firefly Club last night (the last concert of Edgefest 2008). I swear to God, this concert sounded n o t h i n g like the ECM recording of the same name. It was like Last Exit with a Fender Rhodes. One big hour-long wall of white noise over pounding rhythms with no let-up. God-damn that concert was loud. Fun show, though.

Did he have the mouthpiece sticking sideways out of his mouth so that the mourners would have a clear view of his face?

Now there's a genre I'm woefully unfamiliar with. Do they play Tori Amos music? Nope, that's a genre soley owned by the G-Man as evidenced here and here.

Daaaaammmmmn! That's awesome! And that is a monster top-ten that you're heading. It would be one thing if you were beating out a bunch of pentatonic fairy-fuckers but McCoy Tyner and Dave Holland? That's some top-shelf company you're keeping there. Congrats!

Testify, bro. I had a family reunion yesterday and only half the people showed up. The rest were conserving their gasoline to save it for the work week ahead. I was running errands on Buford Highway and the Quick Trip at Buford and Clairmont had cars backed for a mile on both streets. Now that I think of it, every set of blue lights I saw on Saturday was a policeman directing traffic or trying to maintain order at a gas station. The yuppie corridor up and down GA 400 is bone dry; I see a few cars a day that have been abandoned (Mercedes, not beaters). A friend of mine from Croatia said that even during the worst days of the war, they still had gasoline at the pumps.

It's probably due to global warming. Everything else is.

His last work, the Sonata for Viola and Piano is one of my favorites.

Happy birthday relyles!

IF that is indeed your real name.... I know this guy! I gave him my savings account number last month so he could transfer his late father's wealth to the USA - with a nice little commission for moi. Now I just sit back and wait for the money to roll in...

Nevermind, I got it: The Young Savages, 1961, directed by John Frankenheimer and starring Burt Lancaster. Either my parents or the babysitter f'ed up that night; that's no movie for a 5-year old. As a dumb little kid, I thought this was the greatest achievement in cinematic history: The Incredible Two-Headed Transplant. Also not a movie for a kid, but still, the guy had two heads!

Maybe someone can identify this movie for me. It was a black and white film set in the bad side of town in a big city. I don't remember much about it except one scene where there was a group of kids hanging out on the steps of an apartment building and some teenagers/thugs ran up and stabbed one of the kids and ran off. I think the thugs were in a gang called the Horsemen (which my 5-year old brain couldn't understand because none of them had horses). And the killers may not have been caught (not sure); in fact, the killing may not have been the central part of the movie. That scene/movie scarred me for life because it was the first time that I became aware that everything could be be taken away from you for no reason other than meaness, and that bad guys don't always get punished. I doubt that I saw this on The Wonderful World of Disney. My wounded psyche thanks you in advance. Oh, and that scene with the underground bomb people in Beneath the Planet of the Apes gave me nightmares for months. That and the commercials for an Exorcist rip-off called Beyond the Door. Not to be confused with Beyond the Green Door.

Oh, I thought you were talking about the television companies turning off analog broadcasting in Wilmington NC and switching over exclusively to digitial.

We don't have radios in my office. We have about 10 people who receive calls all day long on their cellphones. One guy has a steel drum band version of "Hot Hot Hot" as a ringtone and the reflexes of a two-toed sloth so I get to hear a few choruses before he answers it. He gets about 2-3 calls per hour. Then there's "House of the Rising Son" guy, but he's in India so I haven't heard that for a couple of weeks. The other Indian guys have Hindu-techno that all sounds alike and none of them believe that it's their phone that is ringing so no one answers until a few hundred beats have gone by. But the worst is the ringtone of the American Idol contestant singing Let It Be; it sounds like Whitney Houston trying to sing while straining to take a giant shit. Every time I hear that phone's speaker unmute a part of me dies inside. Me, I don't have a cellular phone and use my iPod to keep my music to myself and everyone else's music out. In the early mornings I listen to classical, then jazz, then rock, then Brötzmann - whatever is needed to cover the increasing noise level in the room. Some days (like today!) the worst offenders are out of the office and I'll be listening to jazz all the live-long day. Other days are pure Motörhead.. .