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Atlanta's Delta hub is a thing of beauty. I remember now that I walked through a very impressive exhibit of Zimbabwean art on the way to my concourse. Good memory. And should you want to see a Georgia game, I've got the hook-up here in nearby Athens.

So it turns out that one of my new coworkers does some indy shows here in Georgia under the alias of Frank the Tank. I wonder how soon is too soon to blow him away with my encyclopedic knowledge of pro wrestling terminology.

I suppose any of the I Love the... series is preferable to Rock of Love or, worse yet, Flava of Love. There are times when, unable to sleep, I can get caught up in one of VH1's list specials, like the top 40 metal songs of all time or what have you. But more often than not, they air the worst sort of barrel-scraping reality TV dreck.

Listeners who enjoy Steely Dan might also enjoy 10cc's Sheet Music, a similarly intricate and fussed-over affair. Highlights include "The Wall Street Shuffle," "Hotel," and "The Sacro-Iliac."

I have trouble imagining Czech listening to the Eagles. I predict that he'll next succumb to the charms of the carefully crafted and impeccably performed mini-symphonies of Abba.

As has been mentioned elsewhere online, 9/11 is given the same amount of time and treated with roughly the same amount of reverence as the movie Pearl Harbor. These shows mercifully steer clear of real social commentary, focusing instead on snarky comments about things like Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction" and Kramer's nightclub meltdown. The whole thing seems to be geared towards People magazine subscribers who have been in a coma for the last eight years.

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I'm a little troubled by VH1's "I Love the New Millennium" series. It's a lot like that Onion article about nostalgia becoming so accelerated that we'll eventually run out of past, which will result in us becoming nostalgic for things that haven't happened yet. I mean, the decade is still in progress. They couldn't have waited a year and a half to roll this thing out? Are people really that eager to have pop culture fads from 2005 reflected on by Michael Ian Black and Chris Jericho?

I just started working at a convenience store with a predominately black clientele recently, and have noticed that the poorest of poor black folk seem to feel an overwhelming need to spend every last cent that they come in with before leaving. They'll grab their orange drank and their pork rinds, come to the counter, pay for it, assess their financial situation, and then start asking for more shit. "Lemme get a Black & Mild and one of them Cash 3 Quick Picks and a Spicy 7 and a cigarillo." If there's any change left over from that, they'll start grabbing five cent bubble gum and Laffy Taffy and shit. I don't get it. I'm not racist or anything, but them niggas be clowned up from the ground up.

I always thought that BRUJO was This Thread Is Ghey, for whatever reason.

Surely "Hello Goodbye" or "The Long and Winding Road" would top that.

My girlfriend's last name is Ruth, and they have no information on it. I'm guessing that it's of German ancestry, and that it's mostly a legacy of eating hot dogs and pointing at shit in the distance.

Wasn't there supposedly the possibility that the baby was fathered by Lil Romeo or someone like that? That bastard come out white or what?

The best Beatles song is "A Day in the Life." My favorite is probably something a little more low key. Despite the John Denver association, I probably find "Mother Nature's Son" to be as satisfying and fully-realized as anything they ever did. I was really hoping that that dreadlocked idiot would do it on "American Idol" earlier this year, but no go.

You actually have to type your last name into the URL in order for it to work.

Sounds like someone could use a bit of inspiration in the form of some deranged yelling followed by some pathetic whimpering. Anything is possible, Dama. And for what it's worth, I think the waif look would look cute on you, even if you are a honky.

Much Mother Fucking Wicked Clown Love, obv.

It helps to read a lot of reviews and articles on music. If you like artist A, reviews will invariably bring up comparisons to artists B, C, and D, who you can then explore. The internet is an amazing tool in this regard, as there are countless sites where you can read about music, and then you can go elsewhere to either sample or steal the music you're curious about. Pre-internet, you'd frequently have to buy things with only a very foggy notion as to what they would sound like. But, yeah, recommendations from people whose taste you trust, websites, magazines, etc. are the key to finding out about all of this stuff.

Surname: Gregory Recorded in over two hundred spelling forms and recorded in every European country is of Ancient Greek origins. Popular before the Christian era, it derives from "gregorien", a word meaning to be awake or watchful. The name was borne by two fathers of the Orthodox Church. The first being St. Gregory of Nazianzene (circa 325-390) and the second St. Gregory of Nyssa (circa 331-395). However its initial burst of popularity owed most to St. Gregory, The Great, the first Pope of all., 590 - 604 a.d. The famous Crusades of the 11th and 12th century gave it another boost. It was the fashion and practice, for returning warriors from the Holy Land to christen their children with biblical or saintly names, particularly those associated with the early church. This was one of the most popular and the popularity is reflected in the wide range of the surnames. These include Gregory, Greggs, Griggs, Grix (English), Grigor (Scots), Gligori (Italian), Gruger (German) and Hrinchenko of te Ukraine! The earliest of all recordings however are to be found in England, the first country to adopt both hereditary surnames and registers. Examples include John Grigory, in the Assize Rolls of the county of Somerset for the year 1280, and Joachim Gregorii, an attorney, of Magdeburg, Germany, in 1557. The first recorded spelling of the family name anywhere in the world, is believed to be that of Willelmus Gregorii, in the charters known as "The Danelaw" for the county of Lincoln, England, in the year 1143. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to "develop" often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling.

Here's a touching poem taken from one of the ICP boards that I frequent. It's called A Juggalo Needs a Huggalo: A Juggalette at birth Now she's gone from this Earth Even six feet under ground She's still down with the clown The only thing I regret Is she won't take her first step The only thing I'd want Is for her to smoke her first blunt Or suck her first dick Or turn her first trick Cause bitches ain't shit But little Lotus was beautiful God had to take her so we got to be dutiful The only thing I ask is when you see another Juggalo Don't be afraid to grab 'em, son, give 'em a Huggalo Cause you ain't guaranteed nothing, just ask Lotus She wasn't nothing but a baby, but there's so much that she showed us.

They sell for somewhere in the area of $3.50 a pack here, which is at the high end of what I'm willing to pay for cigarettes. Things like Newports and Marlboros are generally a little more than $4. My recent gas station experience has revealed to me that many of the same people who feel the need to blow $4+ for a pack of Newports are willing to get no more than $2.00 in gas, which is basically enough to get you down to the nearest stoplight and back.

It is very much like that. After a few go-rounds, it's pretty much all water and no shit. I've done much of my deepest soul-searching in close proximity to a toilet bowl, now that I think about it.

I had a pretty violent bout of food poisoning a few years ago after eating some nachos at a bar. Beyond that, all of my vomiting episodes in the last decade have been due to heavy drinking, and I'm typically far enough gone by that point that it doesn't bother me. It's much more common for my body to expel unacceptable foods through endless torrents of watery shit.