Maybe it's not *scintillating* enough to be a Jerry-Springer-worthy situation, but the LW cared enough to write to Cary, and Cary cared enough to reply... what's wrong with that?

Regardless of the "caliber" of the essay... Ambien *does* do these things. My ex, a beautiful but rather uptight young thing, was prescribed the drug for sleep. After popping the dose, she would get absolutely uninhibited, giving pleasure in ways that she would normally never deign to do... and, yeah, I loved it, full knowing it wasn't even "her" molesting me. Afterward, like clockwork, she would then get gushingly lovey-weepy for awhile, then nod off. She took two once and was so immobilized she wet the bed. Like most her assorted meds, she didn't stay on the script long.

Well, not those of us *here* maybe...

Too many blind being led by the blind. Sadly the electoral process has been dumbed down to the equivalent of a Student Body President vote where the most "popular" wins. Gore was "boooring" but Bush was "a fun guy you'd wanna share a beer with". Forget about who has the intelligence, foresight and ability to manage the country... ugh!

Not giving up hope for better days, but man, this shit has been disheartening! Yes, keep letting the lies be known, thanks!

Yes, humanity's handbasket is speeding towards Hell, but I personally always try to keep the old "Golden Rule" in play; it defuses alot of situations. At least I feel better when I "try"...

This all reminds me tho of a former friend whose "dream" was to carry a large bucket of shit with him so he could lob a quick handful at the assholes he encountered. Better than shooting them I suppose, and it would certainly put a message across!

Hmmmm... I’d assume the “point” was to convey the sights, sounds and emotions of the writer’s behind-the-scenes experiences in relation to having worked with both the radio and film version of PHC. In such, the piece was a success, for me anyway.

I found it well-written and entertaining, further piquing my interest for the movie. The you-are-there excitement was contagious. Don’t know what you were looking for, but it’s sad you found the writer’s happy reveries pointless.

Hmmmm... I’d assume the “point” was to convey the sights, sounds and emotions of the writer’s behind-the-scenes experiences in relation to having worked with both the radio and film version of PHC. In such, the piece was a success, for me anyway.

I found it well-written and entertaining, further piquing my interest for the movie. The you-are-there excitement was contagious. Don’t know what you were looking for, but it’s sad you found the writer’s happy reveries pointless.

- David Opdyke

but it's getting crotchety in here already...

As for me, I'm thankful again for more appetite-whetting from Salon. As a minor-league fan of both Altman and Keillor, my only fear is that the PHC movie won't play in my neck of the world (central IL, where only the biggest, block-bustingest "films" run) and I'll have to wait 'til it comes to Netflix (from whence MOST of my viewing comes).

Anyway, I'm looking forward to the experience. Thanks again.

– David Opdyke

Though obviously the LW's g/f would utterly implode at this idea... that's why you need to be with someone Compatible.

My g/f also has the larger/nearer family (tho not nearly so intrusive as the LW's), but she was the first one who began our now-commonplace habit of turning off the phone whenever we want uninterrupted "us" time, which is pretty often.

They call, they leave a message, we call 'em back in a respectfully soon-enough manner. It's easy! (especially since neither of us are cell-phone people and we have only the one landline... yay!)

Anyway, my $.02...

David

Another dietary "trap"...

Here in the midwest, you see plenty "All You Can Eat" buffets, and it's very obvious that folks take those words SERIOUSLY. You'll often hear restaurant reviews like "Well, the food's not all that good, but boy, you get ALOT of it!"

About 6 years ago, flying SouthWest (who were like "the comedians of the air" anytime I've flown w/them): the plane had been delayed a few minutes waiting for two women who'd gone to the wrong airport (Tampa/St. Pete). The steward got everyone on board's attention with a "When these ladies get on, give them a big hand!" The tardy duo were middle-aged-plus and hustling across the tarmac like their lives depended on it. When they stepped inside, everyone clapped and cheered as if they'd just won the Superbowl or something. It was good fun for all!