A friend in NY recently got hit by train, he passed out on the platform and fell such that his leg got hit. Luckily the leg was able to be saved, but he has months of surgeries ahead.

Also never seen dead parrot, seen very little of MP actually.

Love Bewitched, LOVE Paul Lind.

Completely related to everything before it: a gay porn actor on gay-for-pay. I know it's not really sexy behind the scenes, but damn. I had thought the tops were some sort of machines, but no, not really. Let me not speak of the horrors of being a bottom.

Yes, that's where ita's been for the past fifteen minutes. No, it's not safe for work.

I didn't get into Monty Python until university--I left the room when it came on TV when I lived in England because I hated the credit animations so much.

Oops?

I have a Nook! I named it Moe. I came back from Wendover (the poor cousin of Vegas where all the sinnin' Utahns go) with enough money left over from black jack to pay for the black and white wireless version. I haven't bought any books because there are too many wonderful free ones around. How did I not know that Georgette Heyer was so wonderfully droll?

Of course, the Wendover trip was also fraught with drama, as the only road into town crosses a hundred miles of desert and salt flats, and it got closed because of a humongous windstorm that blew over semis etc. The same storm currently playing its Eastern tour. People on the Fun Bus have been stranded out there before, sometimes overnight. Adventures all over the place.

The PBS station here in Chicago had a great thing going in the late '70s to mid-'80s, when they would show all Brit stuff on Sunday nights, starting with Monty Python at 10:00, alternative Brit comedies at 10:30 (usually Dave Allen at Large, but sometimes The Two Ronnies, The Goodies, or Fawlty Towers), and then Doctor Who at 11:00, which they showed in the story's entirety instead of the original Brit broadcast of half-hour episodes. Since DW usually didn't finish until 12:30 or so, Mom wasn't a big fan of us staying up to watch so late on a school night, but she said it was up to us after we got out of 8th grade, so we stayed up.

Samantha is the correct answer to that question, Owen! Unless it's Endora.

Serena!

The PBS station here in Chicago had a great thing going in the late '70s to mid-'80s, when they would show all Brit stuff on Sunday nights, starting with Monty Python at 10:00, alternative Brit comedies at 10:30 (usually Dave Allen at Large, but sometimes The Two Ronnies, The Goodies, or Fawlty Towers), and then Doctor Who at 11:00

I remember seeing bits and pieces of Python on late at night when I was a kid -- I know I saw the scene with the knight with no arms and legs, spouting blood, long before I ever saw the movie. I was sort of horrified, but also horrified because I found it so funny.

I only caught some of today's City Arts & Lectures (Ira Glass with Dave Eggers) while driving today, but based on that sample it's worth a listen just for the Buffy content.

PBS was how I got Monty Python and Doctor Who growing up, too. That made them "educational" in my head for a long time.

SNOW DAY!

it's worth a listen just for the Buffy content.

Well, and the tangential Buffista content.

Indeed. I couldn't find a subtle way of saying that, but that does nicely, Hec.