Phil Laak is always so entertaining on camera, and to find out he's just as fun off? Priceless!

Oh he's totally being himself on TV. There's really no exagerration going on for the cameras. This is a man who bought a new motorcycle for himself with each of his first four paychecks after he got out of college. Sold all his motorcycles for a one way ticket to Europe and backpacked from Portugal to Istanbul. Moved to Las Vegas and tried (and failed) to start a career as a standup comedian. Supported himself as backgammon hustler for ten years, with regular tournament trips to Iceland and Argentina and Turkey. Legally changed his name to Ultraman on a bet. Went motorcycling through Vietnam (also wiped out spectacularly doing so.) Once had a motorcycle accident (at low speed, on a residential street) where he flipped over the front of the handlebars and landed on his feet. Painted his car a perfect checkerboard pattern in one weekend of work. Split his head open by running into a billiards hall, doing a purposeful judo tumble and shooting up to crack his skull on the pool table. And so much more.

I think I would soak it in bleach to get the gunk off,

Actually, soaking it in a fairly concentrated solution of sodium hydroxide (lye) in water (or even better, isopropyl alcohol) would be much better for this. (I know this because it came up once in a murder case here.)

So, as of today, Sean's skull goes to Jilli and Allyson's goes to juliana. I hope I don't need to start a database to track this.

I have a page in my organizer that lists which of my friends have promised their skulls to me. I also have, in a jewelry box somewhere, a note stating that I own a certain person's soul. It's amazing what bargains you can find at a con for the price of dinner ...

I would like my skull to go either to my heirs or whoever bested me in mortal battle (could turn out to be a trivial set). Cleaned, polished, chased with silver.

Not if you dislike pickles and don't like onions on your burgers during the work day.

Well, sure, if you're going to be as picky as ALIBELLE.

Oh, uh, hi, Ali. Didn't see you here. So, new belt, huh?

I just ate my first In-N-Out burger. It's not half bad.

How come you hadn't tried it 'til now?

Actually, soaking it in a fairly concentrated solution of sodium hydroxide (lye) in water (or even better, isopropyl alcohol) would be much better for this. (I know this because it came up once in a murder case here.)

And this, for no discernable reason, made me think of the film for Gorky Park, and the fact that the forensic scientist who deskins and then reconstructs the skull of one of the victims is played by Ian McDiarmid (sp?), the FRELLING EMPEROR from the Star Wars movies.

My brain is a weird place.

My brain is a weird place.

Because your skull is malformed?

::holds pen expectantly over Sean's file...:

Jilli, the bong discussion made me realize.... You totally still get my skull, and can still do whatever you want with it, but part of me think turning it into a silver filigreed bong would be even cooler than a candy dish.

Because your skull is malformed?

::holds pen expectantly over Sean's file...:

Well, it's always seemed pretty skull-shaped to me, but it's difficult for me to look at directly, what with my eyes being embedded in it, so I can't say for sure.