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Eric Clapton Jack Bruce Ginger Baker

Moe Larry Curly

Jackie Treehorn George Bush Poison Ivy Wait a minute; how'd you do that?

Ernie Pyle Robert Stack Uriah Heep

Tim Couch Lindsay Davenport Johnny Bench

My experience has been that cats are just as loyal as dogs, but maybe I've had a lot of luck in picking cats. As for intelligence, I'm not sure we're qualified to judge the intelligence of another species. Every discussion I've heard on the subject seems to have more B.S. than a typical political forum thread...

Makes sense to me. I have three cats and no irons. I don't even golf... Ha Ha! And I bet at least one of your cats is fat. I Smedley objects to your comment...

I can't vote; I'm a cat person, but doggie kisses don't bother me at all. Beats the hell out of my Aunt Agnes...

Ronnie Spector St. Francis Treat Williams (...and if that makes sense to you, I apologize.)

Makes sense to me. I have three cats and no irons. I don't even golf...

Sophocles Junior Samples Senor Wences

Until about ten years ago, I could never get more than a few pages into any Dickens book. Apparently, as I got older, someone changed the content of the books as I enjoy them now... Same thing happened with me about eight years ago with Trollope. Beginning with "The Eustace Diamonds" -- a lucky choice because the central figure, Lizzie Eustace, is such a fascinatingly detailed and psychologically plausible (by any standard) "monstrous" character that the notion that Trollope was complacent or a fuddy-duddy was instantly erased. Since then I've read a lot of Trollope with unfailing pleasure; he's one of the greats IMO. I'd read "Barchester Towers' in college because I had to and had no clue at the time; Trollope's probably not for guys in their early 20s. BTW, if anyone thinks of Trollope as too genteel to deal with the rougher/uglier sides of human life, the Lucinda Roanoke-Sir Griffin Tewitt subplot in "The Eustace Diamonds" is an eye-opener. Roanoke, a very athletic, somewhat mannish young American woman of means whose aunt is trying to marry her off to a titled Englishman, attracts the attentions of the seemingly eligible (by the aunt's standards) but brutish Tewitt, who is well aware that Roanoke, who detests most men, detests him in particular. But this is just the sauce that Tewitt's emotional-sexual tastes require -- well aware of Roanoke's feelings toward him, what he most wants to do is to dominate and figuratively, legally (even literally if it comes to that) rape her. And Trollope doesn't flinch in the telling or the resolution. Hmmm. And free for Kindle. Guess I'll have to subject my eyes to the strain once again...

I wouldn't have batted an eye at the pig; seen it before. The Leon Redbone fedora on the other hand...

Still, better than a penchant for small birds known for melodious song while in flight. Relish the tongues, preserved in aspic. You realize you're pretty much forcing me to put King Crimson on at this point, right?

Nova Kane Mike Mauser Alec Tronn

Only had a barber shave me once, in 1981 in the Philippines while in the navy. Interesting, but nothing I've missed. As for the back of the neck thing, well, last time was the last haircut I got. I go to a traditional barber shop.

Definitely a cat person, having converted in my teen years when my father and I were introduced to the joys of cats by my new (at the time) stepmother. I like dogs the way I like children; they're fine if they belong to someone else, but for me, I'll take cats.

Until about ten years ago, I could never get more than a few pages into any Dickens book. Apparently, as I got older, someone changed the content of the books as I enjoy them now...

The Dragon and the George Gordon R. Dickson Donal Graeme

Stealers Wheel The Spinners George Tirebiter

Damn those holes; they're everywhere!

Don't tell my father; he'll be there within five minutes. Throw in collard greens and banana pudding and he'll leave my stepmother for you...

It does look like a spoof; it's a Daily Mail link...

Here's hoping it sticks and this godawful roman numeral thing goes away. And once again, you're embarrassing yourself. You're like the Tea Party of sports; it's always a conspiracy, it's always the other guys fault.

Something like that, except horse meat is more acceptable than dog meat. But not as acceptable as squirrel. It all depends on where you rank in the cuteness scale, although deer get the shaft for some reason...