Kinetic

This just all seems so bizarre to me. A musician with a substance abuse problem? Get out of town! A British person with bad teeth? Start a fucking thread, I'll need to see it to believe it.

Who knew "Take On Me" would translate so well to ska over and over again? It was around this period that I began to notice the gulf between me and my smartass rich kid friends with the 311 t-shirts.

After a few rounds, I'd probably fuck her. Well-protected, obviously. I dislike tattoos on a woman, but she seems like fun. "Rehab" isn't even that bad. Nooo, nooo, nooo. Amirite?

Darren McFadden is right there. Dunn is all but washed up and Norwood isn't an every-down back. This would be similar in theory to what they tried to do with Calvin Johnson earlier this year, but a lot more plausible because they'll have better draft position. This will not be a team drafting based on need, but rather out of desperation.

If they take an offensive lineman in the first round, people in the Atlanta area won't see a televised home game next year.

Tell you what, guys: If no one breaks Brady's leg or blows his knee out before the end of the regular season, I'll do it during their bye week. He's dating my ex, so I sort of know the guy.

I'm trying to get through the I'm Not There soundtrack without throwing on Blonde on Blonde instead. Cat Power sounds in over her head on "Stuck Inside of Mobile." I'm on "Tombstone Blues" right now. It sounds...bland.

Billick and Lewis should just swap teams, because they're both in a situation where their strength as a coach is most clearly not the strength of the team that they're coaching.

And who wants that fucking job now? Your best offensive player is long gone and won't ever be back. Your best defensive player has been involved in a season-long dispute with the coaching staff and isn't going to want to come back even now that Petrino is gone. Looking past this season, I think it's going to get worse in Atlanta before it gets any better. Oh, and so much for the automatic Brohm selection in the draft. If he's available when they pick, the Falcons could really use Darren McFadden. For a variety of reasons.

According to a recent People magazine article, her handlers tried to make her see a dentist, but she said... Fuck it. I can't do this.

Phil Collins.

The battlin' Bucs will try once again to clinch their division with a crucial home matchup with Chris Redman and the furious Falcons of the nation's whale-killingest city. We have Atlanta, San Francisco, and Carolina to go. If we're not 11-5 at the end of the regular season, then forget about winning a playoff game.

As soon as someone gets a groupie to fuck a live shark, I'm on board with this. I like Led Zeppelin, but I have no sense of propriety with them. The idea of these guys, in their mid 60s, playing "The Lemon Song" on a Thursday night in Dayton, Ohio doesn't particularly bother me.

It's good. Before it gave out on him for good, Nilsson had a terrific voice and was probably a better interpreter of songs than he was a songwriter.

The Stomp and Stammer dig at Randy Newman that I referenced in another thread is from an article entitled "The 93 Dumbest Songs of All-Time." Newman's song "Louisiana 1927" comes in at 54, with the following endorsement: "Randy Newman is incapable of producing anything but maudlin crap, exemplified by this excursion in sonic dreck that was everywhere during and after the Hurricane Katrina debacle. One couldn't flip on radio or tube without enduring the nasally-sentimental "Loo-wee-ziana" chorus. Go on and wash it away, and take the Great American Windbag and his piano with it." It gets more conspicuously conservative in other spots. "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" is at #91, with the caption "And obviously that'd be a way to stick the US taxpayer with African debt." That has everything to do with Bono and nothing to do with the song. #30. "Hello, I Love You." "Stampeded into contact with multiplying STDs, the empty moral expectations of 'free love' are as stupid as it gets." "I Want Your Sex" gets similar treatment: "If ever a song could be held accountable for spreading disease, it would be this bathhouse favorite." My personal favorite is #50, Tracy Champman's "Fast Car": "'Po' people gon' rise up'? Not if they keep voting like sheep for Democrats whose handout policies only serve to keep them that way." I don't begrudge these guys their politics, but they come off like Bill O'Reilly throughout the article. There's a charming review of "No Country For Old Men" in there, too. Says it's "no movie for smart people."

How many RS articles on "how we lost the war on drugs" are there? I swear I've read that before. It took me about ten seconds of staring at that picture to figure out which one was Page. EDIT: On a slightly related note, I read an issue of regional indie rock magazine Stomp and Stammer for the first time today, and it's alarmingly conservative. There's one amusing bit where they absolutely tore Randy Newman apart, though.

You would rather be an insufferable wine expert alcoholic than a dangerously unpredictable regular alcoholic? I don't really get you.

The acoustics in my bathroom are a little lispy. That could be it.

The general perception right now is that Miami would take Glenn Dorsey with the #1 overall pick, but I'd agree that a team with so many needs might be better served by trading down. There's bound to be some teams eager to get into that spot to take Darren McFadden, who Miami doesn't really need.

Almost. I opted out when they told me I couldn't smoke while in basic training. Good thing, what with the war and all.

He's buried on the depth chart behind a guy whose claim to fame is slamming his head into a brick wall after a touchdown. I doubt St. Louis ever thought it would come to this.

The underwear picture is about four years old. I've had the same hairline since adolescence. I'm not at all worried about balding. The bathroom was the one area in the apartment in which I knew I would not be disturbed while taping my video for the people on the wrestling message board.

I stopped shaving my neck and started balding.

More lies!

That must be on your end. I have a beautiful speaking voice.