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Sweet Jesus, it's The Eudaemonic Pie meets The Man Who Folded Himself. (||)

[Edit.--Also, when one discovers time travel, one celebrates with Bood Lité.]

It might be recalled that the hot neighbor's fridge required a threesome for a really proper rooting. As a souvenir from this dalliance, I have a bottle of this stuff, just tasted it, and demand an explanation from the relevant party.

Joe South.

Turn it up, people.

Griselda Blanco.

Hal David.

Phyllis Diller.

Holy shit, this has everything. Infectious disease, end of the world, Antartica, submarine warfare, and I'm only halfway through. It's fantastic.

[Edit.--No. No, the original cut is 48 minutes longer. This can't be happening.]

[Edit 2.--Absolutely the pinnacle of high-cheese apocalyptic filmmaking.]

[Edit 3.--Oh, and The Paper Chase is awful. However, Lindsay Wagner would have been taken out by the apocalypse, so this is all coming up roses.]

Helen Gurley Brown.

Gore Vidal.

Is it just me, or should a world-class assassin have more than one suit and not obsessively change cravats from shot to shot?

Tom Davis.

I will state that I have not consumed enough gin to have internalized comparisons for quite some time. However, Ye Olde Beverage Marte was handing out samples of Hendrick's this evening. I'm having a hard time believing that, at northward of $30 per 750 ml, that this isn't some sort of very elaborate practical joke. The flavor in fact appears to have left the back two-thirds of my oral cavity completely untouched. I would also note that the post hoc cucumber and rose adumbrations were nowhere in evidence. The attack on the palate is utterly flat and rounds out only marginally with sustained effort. It is more engaging as later-exhaled fumes, like a gyros sandwich. Moreover, I've already got perfectly good rose essence in the pantry and access to cucumbers, so I'll be damned if I can figure out why I need a bunch of aspiring Welshmen to pretend to flavor their still-drippings with them for me.

Ernest Borgnine.

[Alternate.--OK, So Maureen McGovern Was Wrong.]

Carole Nolan, WBEZ GM back when it didn't suck. Malatia chimes in with this pearl of irony:

QuoteNot a lot of people at the time understood why Chicago would need a public radio station of high quality.

WPR's inimitable Jim Packard.

[Edit.--If Florence weren't so far away, this could represent a real opportunity to get Ken Nordine to stop doing the same damn fool thing over and over again.]

Rodney King.

A bit late, but one worth reading about: Friedrich Hirzebruch.

Ah-um!

Sorry, I couldn't help it. Abu Yahya al Libi, of course.

The comic books apparently weren't enough. Really, just fold it into The Walking Dead.

Johnny Tapia.

This bums me out, and I don't even follow the sport.