"I was the kid next door's imaginary friend." - Emo Phillips

If this were a Lifetime Channel movie nobody would believe it. The tangled web including two 4-star Generals, a creepy FBI agent, and two married women - each with a fascinating backstory - just gets weirder every day.
I have a question: do women really find a shirtless pic of a man a turn on? 'cause I'm thinking a guy who sends one of those is mostly indulging in some pretty extreme hubris. If he carries a badge that says "FBI" and a big gun, well, that's doubly scary.

Pam agreed that tonight's dinner wasn't going to appear on a list of her all-time hits.
Tonight I'm thankful for SUPPER.

I grew up in a conservative, Christian home (note the comma in that sentence). There was no rock and roll in our house! So when I came home from my freshman year at college for Christmas break I was especially happy to open my present from Aunt Pat who, at the time, was a psychology prof at Whitworth College in Spokane. And not so conservative.

The Beatles' just-released album, Abbey Road!

I still have that album but it's not worth anything. The cover is faded and worn and so is the LP itself. Got back to college and played that thing till it was worn out.

What we now know is that the group was already breaking up. But this is generally considered their best work.

There are lots of Beatles tribute bands out there and some are pretty good. But The Fab Faux may be the best. I don't usually post video clips longer than a couple of minutes because I haven't got the attention span to watch them myself, so why should I put them in a blog post. But I watched this one all the way through. And if you decide to (I think you should), make sure you watch all the way through. The last song on the second side of that album is the shortest song they ever did and maybe the most fun.

Part of what I find engaging about the video is the musicians. The younger guy on the keyboard (and guitar, and percussion, and...) is good. And the stubby guy with the slight lisp should be voted least likely to have that kind of talent inside that body.

(The Beatles were a gateway drug. They started me on a downward slide that didn't end until I'd bought a Procol Harum 8-track. I hold Aunt Pat responsible.)