Cone, Gooden and Strawberry, though the first one who came to mind was, for some reason, Rafael Santana.

Anyway, find me out in front of Webster Hall in May when Sugar’s in town. I’ll be the one selling caffeinated aspirin and arch supports out of the trunk of my car.

Same. I get to the end of the year and there it is in black and white, “Boy, you sure like that one Porno For Pyros song”.

I know this is a very narrow view but it’s also unsettling.

Gary Gnu’s thought-provoking editorials about a hope for a new Soviet Union after the death of Chernenko and the rise of Gorbachev.

I wish you good fortune.

The real Shawn Colvin heads know what’s up.

She's up for a James Beard award, on account of all the guys named James (*not* Jim) she's dated.

“Frees up the whole night for me to teach you about Rick Martel…”

Not Even Getting Into His Color Commentary Carter Jones ovah heah

I'll try to be diplomatic and say I wasn't the intended audience.

It was certainly better than the time they flew out Denise Richards to walk across a stage and say (unconvincingly) that she was all excited about being in the new season of “Blue Mountain State”.