Back again, 'eh? Your point would be well taken if I had written something like "Kerry, I demand that this insulting remark be deleted." But that's not what I wrote, is it Schmendrick??

No, what I wrote was that if *I* was going to get a poison pen letter from Kerry in my e-mail box then the person who was slamming me should likewise receive such a correspondence. I don't know whether said person has or not, but they should...as should you. My point was that the new policy should apply to everyone.

I can see why you hide behind "Anonymous." If I couldn't read I'd do the same thing.

He played the one employee in Tucci and Shalub's Italian restaurant. He expressed a lot by doing very little. That's acting.

I don't suppose Mr. or Mrs. Anonymous will be getting one of your special letters, will they?? I sure hope so. Wouldn't want to have to start using the words "hypocrite" or "duplicitous" around here, would we?

How about Kubrick versus BOTH of them?!

Oh, of course...no competition. Can't be boring the readers, now can we??

Striking yet another blow for unhumorous incoherence, S & B charge head first into a consumate disgrace. Their next trick? Light each other on fire, hopefully.

I went to San Francisco State University in the 80s, and was (and remain) a rabid 'Niners fan. I will never forget "The Drive", and John Taylor's catch, and walking out into the neighborhood around UCSF (where I watched the game with friends), hearing people honking and crying out and blowing on horns. A whole city galvanized in an instant. My God, it was so sweet to be young.

And now Walsh is gone, and I'm middle-aged. I have never felt my age more acutely than today. May he rest in peace.

Not long ago a MySpace acquaintance re-posted the death announcement of another member, and his thoughts about her passing (he had met her on a few occasions, and corresponded a bit). I was deeply touched by her story and tragedy, and managed to make it to her page. Her four closest friends were in emotional agony because together they had discovered her corpse. I messaged one of them, explaining that though I didn't know her or her friend, I might have a story that could help. My sister had discovered her father-in-law in much the same way. I told the friend of the deceased MySpace member that it had taken a while, but my sister had gotten over the memory, and that she and her three friends would as well.

The deceased woman's comments section is loaded with testimonies from friends and relatives. Her page has become a shrine to her memory, and the thought of it ending up on some shitheel site like mydeathspace.com makes me sick. I've been thinking about shopping around a freelance piece about this phenomenon, this turning of the pages of deceased MySpace members into digital memorials, and I intend to pursue that idea. Except now I will add a few sentences about how digital graveyards sadly attract digital buzzards.

...and now poker. Is there nothing Texas hasn't ruined???

...Family Guy and American Dad have been eating The Simpsons lunch for years now. For example, nothing that has been on The Simpsons in about the last six or seven years can hold a candle to last season's American Dad two-parter that took apart Saudi Arabia. When my jaw wasn't hitting the floor I was laughing so hard I could barely breath. But the experience was bittersweet; I could remember a time when The Simpsons broadcast jewels like that every other week. Sadly, it's now an institution. So Vive Seth McFarlane!!!

If Viacom prevails, YouTube will soon vanish. While I myself now subscribe to about 40+ artists of various types, it has taken me almost two years of searching (and happenstance) to find these people. They are of a quantity and quality that I no longer feel compelled to troll YouTube for the latest "Robot Chicken" clip.

Most people who go to YouTube are not like this. They visit specifically to get the "Robot Chicken" (or whatever) clip, and with some exceptions that's all they care about. A YouTube stripped of all but original content would shrivel up and die because, frankly, about 80% of the original content is pure shit. The tragedy is that the 20% who are worthies will find their venue disappear.

Soon Joan will unleash her crack staff of derelict dorks to "create new content" for Video Dog that will make your teeth melt. And then I shall descend, Nosferatu-like, from my den and begin to FEAST.

No need to speculate, for you are both correct - just not about this being the lamest thing ever to appear on Salon. The list of contenders for that title is as long as the oceans are wide.

...I shall hold my fire.