Celebrity Despicability Is A Precious Thing.

Thank You For The Music, Sleater-kinney. This Gang Of Three Was The Best American Punk Rock Band Ever. Ever.

The Hungry Feeling And The Lonely Feeling Merged Until It Was Hard To Tell Them Apart.

The Word 'repulse': I Hate This Word. I Believe 'repel' Is A Perfectly Good Word, And 'repulsion' Is The Noun, As Well As The Title Of An Excellent Dinosaur Jr. Song. A Compulsion Compels You; An Impulse Impels You. Nobody Ever Says 'compulse' Or 'impulse' As A Verb. So Why Would You Ever Say 'repulse'? This Word Haunts Me In My Sleep, Like A Silver Dagger Dancing Before My Eyes. Renee Looked It Up And I Was Wrong. But I Still Kind Of Think I'm Right.

It Goes Without Saying That 'buncha Losers' Comedies Speak To Tough Times. The Massive Unemployment Of The Reagan Years Gave Us 'taxi,' 'cheers' And The Genre-defining 'night Court,' A Show You Could Never Admit To Watching Without Making People Feel Sorry For You.

We All Get As Miserable As Erika M. Andersen Sometimes, But We Rarely Approach Her Musical-ideas-per-miserable-minute Ratio.