A sartorial Friday Five:

1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own? My baggy khaki shorts.

2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire? I don't really think about clothing much. She Who Must Be Obeyed took up knitting about a year ago, and after knitting two sweaters for everyone she knows and one for most people she doesn't know, has finally bought wool for a sweater for me. I'm pretty psyched for her to finish it. I am also psyched for her to start it.

3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why? I don't usually form strong attachments to clothing. A few years ago I finally threw out the metallic blue smoking jacket from college, admitting that it would never fit again.

4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in? Probably the blue suit my daughter calls my "President costume."

5. What has been your biggest fashion accident? Something from the mid-80s. The chemical warfare pants? The skinny ties? The desert camoflage? The Jazz Shoe? The bright orange painter pants? Oh, wait! No, it was probably the rust-colored leisure suit from the mid-70s that I wore to piano recitals when I was a kid. Stylish. Very Mod Squad. Brain Stem Music

There is a very specific kind of song I like to scream along to in my car. I'm tempted to call it "Power Pop," but that label has already been slapped on lots of stuff that doesn't fit the profile, like "My Sharona." The songs I'm talking about are on the punky side in terms of simplicity and energy, but are so crammed with hooks that they qualify as pop. They're danceable if the crowd is white and drunk, meaning they're good for jumping up and down. Generally, they don't have guitar solos, but they have big crunchy distorted rhythm guitar. The drums are live, aggressive, and sloppy as opposed to programmed, mechanical, and compressed. Here are some examples:

Songs fitting the profile

Song	Band	Fit	Comments
Monkey Wrench	Foo Fighters	100%	This is the prototype. The second break, starting "One last thing before I quit..." is the greatest. This is a perfect song. Dave Grohl should get the Nobel Prize for Rock for this.
Flavor of the Weak	American Hi-Fi	85%	Doofy zero-value-add guitar solo, but the rhythm guitar sound is so huge, I'm not taking off too many points.
Geek Stink Breath, Welcome to Paradise, Basket Case, Longview	Green Day	95%	I cried tears of joy the first time I heard "Welcome to Paradise." I thought The Clash had gotten back together.
Wicked Garden	Stone Temple Pilots	80%	It's a little slower than the others, but it's got the "wall of sound" going pretty strong.
All The Small Things	Blink 182	40%	It feels close, but it's not hooky enough in the verses.
Unsung	Helmet	40%	Same as the Blink entry. A great song, but not hooky enough.
My Heart Will Go On	Celine Dion	0%	This song is horrible. I include it only for comparison purposes.

Know what I mean? Do you agree that there's something particular that these songs share? So here's where you can help me. First off, I need a better label than "Crunchy Punky Pop Songs." Any suggestions are welcome. Second, if you have any good candidates for inclusion, let me know. Thank you for your kind assistance in this matter. On Dec. 16, 1997, at exactly 6:50 p.m., 685 Japanese, most of them children, simultaneously freaked out. Doctors soon determined that the victims had all suffered photosensitive epileptic seizures triggered by a strobe-like flashing of red and blue colors in a broadcast of the cartoon "Pocket Monsters." In Britain in 1993, three viewers experienced seizures while watching a cartoon called "Pot Noodles." A 1998 report on those color-induced seizures revealed a sensitivity to rapid color changes similar to that experienced by the "Pocket Monsters" watchers. In 1991, American Dianne Neale suffered seizures when listening to the voice of "Entertainment Tonight" co-host Mary Hart. Neale suffered from a rare form of epilepsy called temporal lobe seizure, and the mere sound of Hart's electronically transmitted voice triggered abnormal discharges in her brain.

It is now 2002, and American Mister Crunchy reports that the sound of Herky the Helicopter's voice on the PBS cartoon "Jay Jay the Jet Plane" makes him very very angry. Mister Crunchy says that Herky's voice is "just needlessly fucked up" and makes him want to go to Tarrytown Airport and step on Herky's neck until he stops making those sounds.

Jay Jay's producers, possibly recognizing that Herky's voice is really quite irritating and needlessly so, included the following in their FAQ at the Jay Jay Web site:

Why does Herky talk so funny?
Herky is a helicopter, and is able to move up and down and sideways very quickly. And he gets very excited about things. All of this has caused him to have his very own way of talking. All of the planes like how Herky speaks, and they think Herky is a very funny helicopter.

Lies! Mister Crunchy does not believe that the other planes really said that. If they did it must have been said under duress. The other planes fear and despise Herky and only pretend to like him during filming. After hours, they avoid him. Furthermore, Mister Crunchy believes that Herky is an evil helicopter bent on subverting the natural order, casts no shadow, does not have a reflection in the mirror, and should be written out of the show before something bad happens, or until the Crunchettes inevitably deem the show to be "boring" and don't make Mister Crunchy watch it anymore.

A vocational Friday Five:

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not?

She Who Must Be Obeyed and I just swapped places...she's going back to her architecture firm after a couple years home with the kids...I'm going to be Mr. Mom for a while and try to figure out what to do with myself career-wise after 10-years of technology-related management and consulting work.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?

Camp counselor. Writer. Poker player. Shrink. Teacher.

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?

My dad was a metallurgical engineer by training and managed the family's foundry. He got fed up with that and quit to be a painter and printmaker. My mom was active in Girl Scouts until they kicked her out for speaking out against the war in Vietnam on TV, wearing her Scout leader uniform. Then she founded an anti-nuclear group in the wake of the Three Mile Island accident, which was a few miles from our house. Now she's a little old lady.

The main lesson I take from my dad's experience is that if what you're doing isn't making you happy, you need to do something else.

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?

Thankfully, no.

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?

Any work you enjoy, have talent for, and care about makes the day go faster. I don't know what the hardest job is, but I imagine that the challenges facing doctors these days are pretty tough. Managed care and malpractice combine to create a pretty nasty environment for what is often high-stakes work. I read a book about Navy SEAL training which described the hardest work-related physical and mental ordeal I've ever heard of.

"You are an abject, ignoble, mendacious knave!"

It's fun when someone with a steroidal vocabulary gets pissed off. Bonus point if you find the reference to She Who Must Be Obeyed's favorite drink in this wonderful rant. Double bonus points if you know which recipe she likes and which she hates. Plus, a little background, in case you care. Welcome to my ambit, by the way. Frequent visitor G Liddy pointed me toward this article which makes a good argument that the music industry is at a point similar to where it was in the late '70s. Back then, disco and album rock were dying and the industry was terrified of new technology in the forms of home cassette taping and video games. Today, teen dance pop (Backstreet Boys, N Sync, and everyone else started or inspired by that creepy impresario guy Lou Pearlman) is dying and the industry is terrified of new technology in the form of digital piracy. I hope we are at exactly the same place we were in 1978, because the late 70s and early 80s produced bands that are still among my absolute favorites: Talking Heads, The Clash, The Ramones, The B-52s, R.E.M., Elvis Costello, Joe Jackson, the second coming of ska, Oingo Boingo, Blondie, The Cars, The Police, U2, and DEVO. That's right goddamit, DEVO, you elitist bastards. I'll cop to Thomas Dolby, too, while I'm at it. You may not like all or any of those bands, but I think it's safe to say that they all took pop and rock music in interesting directions. So let's get this line-dancing cheerleader aerobic hooey out of our systems and have some good new stuff. Thank you. That is all. Karyn is really nice. Karyn is cheery. Karyn ran up huge credit card bills buying stupid stuff she couldn't afford and wants help paying it all off. Karyn put up a Web site to beg strangers for money so she wouldn't go bankrupt. So far, she's gotten more than $6,000. It is probably an indicator that I have become old and crotchety that I understand neither 1) how she could do this and live with herself nor 2) why anyone, let alone thousands of anyones, would give her a dime. She was on The Today Show last week. She says she's had inquiries about writing a book or making a movie. Maybe she'll call it "Pay It Backward." I am so confused. I guess it's nice that people are generous, but there just have to be a few causes left that deserve someone's last philanthropic dollar more than some lady who bought too many shoes. If I was a starving disease-ridden kid in sub-Saharan Africa, and I knew that someone had given Karyn money instead of Save the Children or Doctors Without Borders, I would be pretty goddamn put out. Should we all be begging each other for help? Should I put a PayPal link on this site so you can help me pay off my mortgage and put my kids through school? After all, my kids are really nice and cheery. Surely they are at least as nice and cheery as Karyn's shoes. I don't understand.

Bob and Ben, who are also really nice and cheery, have a Web site devoted to making fun of Karyn. That I understand.

DANGER! A dangerous toy. This toy is being made for the extreme priority the good looks. The little part which suffocates when the sharp part which gets hurt is swallowed is contained generously. Only the person who can take responsibility by itself is to play.

Fun with English from the country that brought us "Shirts & Tops with Tasty." Here's the first in what may or may not become a series of interviews with people who may have something interesting to say. I spoke with frequent Mister Crunchy visitor Beefy K about his pioneering work on the subject of Magical Thinking. This is pretty much verbatim, except where I tweaked it to make us look slightly funnier and less stupid.

mistercrunchy: Let's start with the basics: What is Magical Thinking?

BeefyKeech: According to the medical community, it is a symptom that is characterized by the belief that thinking or wishing something can cause it to occur.

mistercrunchy: So it's different from garden variety optimism?

BeefyKeech: Yes. Though I would admit that there is a fuzzy line between optimism ("wishful thinking") and Magical Thinking. One of the fundamental challenges of life is to stay on the wishful side of the line.

mistercrunchy: You mentioned the medical community. Is MT a symptom of insanity? Are people who do it insane?

BeefyKeech: I'm not a doctor, but I believe that Magical Thinking is a symptom of a number of psychiatric disorders, including schizophrenia. I do not believe that it is an illness in and of its itself. Otherwise, we'd all need psychiatrists.

mistercrunchy: We may well. How did Magical Thinking come to your attention, and how have you seen it employed?

BeefyKeech: Over the past two years, I've observed a number of "phenomena" that seemed to have something in common. The stock market bubble. Global warming. Environmental hazards, like those found at Ground Zero. The common denominator seemed to be that each of these events/phenomena were characterized by large numbers of people somehow not seeing the obvious (IMHO) truth. For example, there are many people in this country who simply refuse to believe that human activity is causing global warming. So I dubbed it Magical Thinking, having heard the medical definition some time in the past.

mistercrunchy: Stepping out onto shaky ground, to what degree does prayer fall under your description of MT. Particularly, praying for specific events. Does directing your wishes to a higher, other entity disqualify you from MT?

BeefyKeech: I think that if you pray for something and it happens, and you believe that it was your prayer alone that caused it, then you are guilty of Magical Thinking. On the other hand, let's say you pray for something ("gee, I hope my daughter performs well in the school play today") and that it happens. I would argue that perhaps your daughter could intuitively sense your positive wishes and performed better becauise of it. I would say that this is not MT.

mistercrunchy: Let's talk about your stock market example for a minute. In 1997, the market was arguably overvalued. People were still buying, and some of them made a lot of money. People who were still buying in February of 2000 got roasted. Were they all Magical thinkers, or did some of them just have lousy timing? Is anyone who gambles in a casino (where the odds in every game are against you) a Magical thinker?

BeefyKeech: I think that most of these people were Magical thinkers and that there was a minority of people who either stayed out of the market or who stayed in to try to make money. Those who stayed in -- the gamblers -- were not Magical thinkers.

BeefyKeech: Many of the gamblers knew what they were doing. Some of the cynical ones probably knew full well that they were benefitting from the large-scale Magical Thinking that had infected this country.

mistercrunchy: OK. It seems like this is a part of human nature. It's pretty common. Should we be doing something about it? Is it dangerous? Anti-productive? Do we need more laws?

BeefyKeech: I think that we need everyone to understand that MT is part of human nature and be vigilant so that we don't all go off of a cliff together. For example, shortly after the twin towers collapsed, substantial data were collected showing that there was a dangerous amount of asbestos in the dust around the WTC site. The EPA simply didn't want to believe it and they discredited or hid the asbestos sampling data and declared the area surrounding Ground Zero to be safe for human habitation in November. The problem is, it wasn't safe. The EPA's ombudsman (who has since been canned by the Bush administration) blew the whistle about this and the EPA reversed itself early this year, warning residents to hire asbestos removal experts to remove the dust from their homes and apartments.

mistercrunchy: Yikes. Is that Magical Thinking or reckless endangerment?

BeefyKeech: When I first heard about it, I was angry and considered it to be reckless endangerment. Perhaps. But then I thought about what is underneath it. After what happened on 9/11 I sincerely believe that no one in City, State or Federal government wanted to put more lives at risk. And they desperately wanted people to get back to feeling "normal." Unfortunately, this desperate feeling led to systemic Magical Thinking -- "we really want people to be able to move back into their apartments. we know there's lots of dust. but hey, the testing on this dust isn't bulletproof--it really might be safe. And we know that people will clean up the dust in their homes right away, so if the dust is dangerous, it will somehow go away. And that's okay, because....blah blah blah"

mistercrunchy: To some degree, MT is a holdover from childhood, right? Kids engage in imaginitive play all the time, and as parents, we encourage it. Is MT to some degree just a vestige of childhood, a corner that hasn't been fully rounded?

BeefyKeech: That sounds plausible. A corner that hasn't been fully rounded. Or, perhaps, never fully mastering the ability to separate "wishful" from "Magical" thinking.

mistercrunchy: Let's say, hypothetically, that a completely hypothetical child used to try to light certain other children on fire using only the power of his mind. Was that Magical Thinking, or just nutty juvenile hijinks?

BeefyKeech: Both. As you said, kids are prone to MT (and encouraged to practice it.) During adolescence, most of us figure out that life isn't quite as magical as we once believed.

mistercrunchy: I would argue that our now years-old "War on Drugs" is Magical Thinking. Durn near half the country is just wild about taking drugs, and yet we have a national agenda to stop them. MT?

BeefyKeech: I think MT may be operating as several levels here. Is the War on Drugs really reducing drug use? (not) But perhaps you could argue that the WOD is reducing crime (witness our huge prison population and the concomitant reduction in crime). I would respond to this by saying, if the WOD is really a war on drug-related crime, then why aren't we waging war on all drugs (e.g., alcohol) that increase crime rates.

mistercrunchy: How about the War on Terrorism? Can you wage war on terrorism? Does terrorism have a fortress in a dormant volcano that we can bomb? Are we any safer than we were 11 months ago?

BeefyKeech: I think that we truly need to wage war on militant forms of Islam. But for political reasons, we can't admit that. In fact we Magically go out of our way to talk about how great Islam really is. But the truth is we need to address the militant Muslims who are causing trouble for us and many other people around the planet. Waging war on terrorism alone will not solve this problem.

mistercrunchy: What does the distribution of MT across the adult population look like? What's an average level of MT? Are there (ostensibly sane) people who do it constantly? Are there people who don't do it at all?

BeefyKeech: I'm still noodling on these questions. My hypothesis is that we are all prone to MT if we are not careful. I also think that there are different forms and degrees of MT.

mistercrunchy: I'll name some people. You give me your gut instinct from 1 to 10 the degree to which they're Magical thinkers. OK?

BeefyKeech: I'm in trouble now. Sure.

mistercrunchy: George W. Bush.

BeefyKeech: 2

mistercrunchy: 10 is high, right? Like that hippie bastard Gandalf.

mistercrunchy: John Ashcroft.

BeefyKeech: 7

mistercrunchy: Deepak Chopra.

BeefyKeech: ??

mistercrunchy: Never mind. Jerry Falwell.

BeefyKeech: 9

mistercrunchy: Republicans and Democrats, in general.

BeefyKeech: I think that Republicans and Democrats are equally Magical. They are Magical in very different ways, however. For example, Republicans are Magical thinkers when it comes to global warming. Democrats are Magical when it comes to domestic tax policy.

mistercrunchy: Yup.

mistercrunchy: Your average Red Sox fan

BeefyKeech: 10 (in April). 1 (in Late August)

mistercrunchy: Ha ha ha.

mistercrunchy: OK, this is getting boring. Anything else we need to know about MT?

BeefyKeech: A lot more -- I think that there is much to be figured out -- causality, cures, etc.

mistercrunchy: Cures? THAT sounds like Magical Thinking.

BeefyKeech: There I go again.... Arnold has snapped. Me: How's your invisible friend John?
Soph, eyes rolling: He moved, Daddy.
Me: Where'd he move?
Soph: Cambridge.
(In SophWorld, there are two towns, Lexington and Cambridge)
Me: Cambridge is expensive.
Soph: He sold everyone lemonade so he had a lot of money.
Me: That's a lot of lemonade, Sophie.
Soph: He had 102 lemons, Daddy, so he has plenty of money now. 2003 Academy Award Predictions

Best Picture: XXX
Best Actor: Vin Diesel
Best Song from a Movie: Rammstein, "Feuer Frei!"
Best Movie with a Guy Shooting Another Guy While Doing a One-Handed Superman Grab off the back of his Motorcycle While Jumping it over an Exploding Building while Getting Shot at by a Helicopter Gunship: XXX

But here's how the MPAA ratings system TOTALLY compromises the credibility of the movie. If you're a psychotic zillionaire evil mastermind, you're about to cause the end of the world, and you've got your own mountaintop castle/fortress with strippers dancing in the fountains, are they going to have bikini tops on? I don't think so. But they just HAD to get a PG-13 rating. They're supposed to be in Europe ferchrissakes! Sheesh! Where the artistic integrity, people? I guess we'll just have to hope they release a director's cut... Here's a tip: the next time you catch your 5- and 3-year-old daughters red-handed doing something they're not supposed to be doing, do not gleefully yell "Busted!" unless you want the two of them to run around for the rest of the day, gleefully yelling "Busted!" at each other, you, your spouse, inanimate objects, total strangers, and their invisible friend, John. (Luckily, the "Busted!" phase ended at the stroke of midnight. Today they're running around yelling "Ahoy, captain!") An automotive Friday Five:

1. Do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it?

Two. Gert is a 1994 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Das Hübbërkräft is a 1997 Avalon, the Buick of Toyotas. I drive the Toyota. She Who Often Gets Hit By Other Cars drives the Jeep.

2. Do you drive very often?

Frequently, usually when I need to get from place to place.

3. What's your dream car?

Anything that's paid for and doesn't break much. Exactly one of our current cars qualifies. Both are paid for.

4. Have you ever received a ticket?

I have received tickets in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Connecticut, all for exceeding the posted speed limit. I got a stern talking-to in Vermont one time, but she let me off "because it was Father's Day."

5. Have you ever been in an accident?

I tend to rear-end other cars on on-ramps, but it's no accident. Click on "on maneuvers" over there on the left panel if you want to learn more. I am supposed to do something. I am supposed to do something before I go to bed. I am supposed to do something involving pork chops before I go to bed. She Who Must Be Obeyed made a major point of telling me that I was supposed to do something involving pork chops before I go to bed before SHE went to bed. She gesticulated to drive the point home, not, necessarily, because she cares so much about pork chops, but because I've already failed once today to do something involving pork chops at the appointed time. I was supposed to cook them for dinner while she was away, but I didn't. I ate Wild Berry Pop Tarts instead. She said that if I didn't cook the pork chops tonight she would throw them away tomorrow. I was not aware that healthy, vigorous pork chops could just turn on you overnight like that, but I'm no food scientist, so I'm not arguing. Who wants obsolete pork chops? Not me. So I cooked them around 11 p.m. Now I'm supposed to put them in a plastic bag and put them in the fridge. I'm not supposed to use aluminum foil, because you can't see through it. We tend to neglect opaque refrigerated packages here at The Epicenter, and while the chops may ultimately grow mold that could cure Acid Reflux Disease (or something) we lack the equipment or expertise to assess the therapeutic properties of randomly generated pork mold, so we'd probably just throw them away. And that would be sad, because I like pork chops. Speaking of pork chops, I should go put them in a plastic bag, and put the plastic bag in the fridge. It's a merger of epic proportions! Marinated Carne Asada Steak and Seasoned Rice form a strategic alliance with Ripe Tomatoes and a blend of Three Rich Cheeses. Sweeten the deal with a Tangy Savory Sauce and you've got the new Southwest Steak Border Bowl from Taco Bell. It's a wealth of mouth-watering assets, and when they all come together you've got more than a meal, you've got the total package! Unfortunately, the unions get wind of the fact that the Carne Asada people are siphoning off money from the Seasoned Rice pension fund to pay debt service on the junk bonds they floated to finance the deal. It becomes clear that executive leadership at both the Tomatoes and The Cheeses is just treading water for the duration of their earn-out, and despite management's initial representations that it would never happen, 12,500 Tomatoes are let go. Morale suffers. Tardiness and absenteeism spike and soon there are quality problems. The Three Rich Cheeses turn out not to be so rich after all and are downgraded by Moody's to 2.63 Tolerable Cheeses. That's when the accounting irregularities hit. The CFO resigns when he realizes all the Savory Sauce in the world isn't going to fix it.

(Putting aside for a moment the question of whether anyone really wants to eat steak from a bowl, isn't this kind of a weird time to be rolling out a corporate-takeover-themed promotion? Seems that Taco Bell's ad agency has its finger right on the pulse of the American consumer...in February of 2000.)

"It's disgusting," a shocked WorldCom employee sniffed. "It's not right. We just had layoffs, for Christ's sake."

I realize this idiotic $6,000 expenditure doesn't compare to the mid-bankruptcy bonus bonanzas at the KMarts, Enrons, and Polaroids of the world, but still. I was going to say that I wonder what these people are thinking, but I'm pretty sure I already know. A genealogical Friday Five:

1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from?

The longest line of ancestors that I know about is through my paternal grandmother, and looks like this:

Me
Dick (1925-1991)
Erla May Garber (1894-1975)
Eli L. Garber (1864-1951)
Christian S. Garber (1829-1882)
John Garber (1792-1842)
Andrew Gerber (1761-1857)
Jacob Gerber (1728-1801)
Christian Gerber (???-1769, my Great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather)

With the exception of a Cherokee woman somewhere on my mother's side, my ancestors were Europeans: Scots, Irish, and English on my mother's side and Swiss and Germans on my father's.

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit?

Scotland.

3. Which would you least like to visit? Why?

Germany. Someplace had to be last.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage?

I drink beer.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc.)?

Christian Gerber, referred to in family documents as "The Immigrant," came to America in the early 1730s, probably from the Swiss canton of Berne. We don't know his date of birth. The first official record of him in America was written on May 22, 1735, when he registered a survey for a parcel of land near the Susquehanna river in West Hempfield township, Pennsylvania, not far from the house where I grew up. On July 6, 1741, Christian obtained a deed for the same tract of land from John, Thomas, and Richard Penn, "true and absolute Proprietors and Governors of the Province of Pennsylvania." The purchase price was 36 pounds, 11 shillings, and 8 pence. Word is he talked them down from 37 pounds, 4 shillings even.

Presumably, Christian came to America to escape religious persecution in Europe. As was the custom of the time, the Swiss were fond of torturing, drowning, and burning religious dissenters, chief among them the Anabaptists, later known as Mennonites, who refused to baptize their babies at birth, but rather waited for the confession of faith later in life. On September 17, 1543, Walti Gerber of Berne was executed accordingly. We don't know if he was a direct ancestor of Christian. We also don't know why the surname changed from "Gerber" to "Garber" three generations into the New World, but we know when: In 1857, Andrew's will, the first in the family to be drawn up in English as opposed to German, spells it "Gerber," but his headstone spelled it "Garber." I'm a little change agent, short and stout.
Here is my handle, here is my spout.

Well, I'm stout, anyway. I got tired of the old design, so here's a new one. Nothing too fancy, but each time you load it you'll see a different picture up top. I can steal javascript snippets with the best of them. If you suffer from separation anxiety, you can still get to the old design here. Relevant to Comedy Central:

1. I've been watching reruns of 'Sports Night' and I think it's better than 98% of what's on TV these days, which is undoubtedly why ABC dropped it after two seasons, in their never-ending quest to suck more than the Dubba-Dubba-WB. Back when the show originally aired, creator/producer/writer Aaron Sorkin was only nibbling the talent-enhancing mushrooms that he is now gobbling at every meal on the set of The West Wing, the best show on TV (sorry, Raymond!), so Sports Night isn't totally trancendant, but it's very good.


2. Q: Is there another non-animated show as consistently funny as The Daily Show with Jon Stewart?


3. Henry Rollins: "Give me a 90-minute special."
   Comedy Central: "Yes, Mr. Rollins. Right away, Mr. Rollins."

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