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Josh, whatever the statistics on incest are, it's a safe bet that they're inaccurate, since incest just isn't fully reported. And Papa John, as talented as he was, was one sick mother****er, and I have no doubt that he could have been capable of these things.— September 25, 2009 3:25 p.m.
That Fish Smell
(#17) The lowdown from mythbusters Snopes.com: http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/mudshark.asp.— September 25, 2009 2:32 p.m.
This. And That.
If the Chargers want to keep the stadium they've got, fine. Let 'em stay. If not, they can leave. I'm more concerned with, say, music than sports, but if blink-182 or Jason Mraz tells the city, "Build us a dedicated venue with XYZ amenities, or we're moving to L.A.," they can go to hell and I wouldn't miss them. Then again, I live in El Cajon and don't have to pay a cent for the Stadium, so what do I care.— September 25, 2009 1:17 p.m.
This. And That.
I wasn't defending the Chargers, and I wasn't saying "It's the economy." The point was that ours is a somewhat different economy that is at least said to run counter-cyclical to the rest of the country. Agree or disagree, but that is a widely held view. The Chargers probably do suck, but I wouldn't know because I don't give a hoot in hell about sports. I do know that they can use the stadium they've got or go find another one. I won't miss them.— September 25, 2009 12:49 p.m.
That Fish Smell
Anti, the YouToob link benefits everyone except Gramps, who still works without speakers. Thanks to Garden for all the Fish info and for confirming my recollection that Barry Melton went by "the Fish"; I couldn't confirm that anywhere. Another fish song is "Nemesis" by Shriekback ("We could still end up...with the great big fishes"). They once said in a local concert that all their songs were about either fish or masturbation. Anybody got any mudshark stories?— September 25, 2009 12:40 p.m.
This. And That.
"You can't say that there is a different economy in Wisconsin. It's the same one that's in California." You might want to run that past Don Bauder, Pete. I'd bet money he'd tell you otherwise.— September 25, 2009 12:25 p.m.
That Fish Smell
Actually, Josh, Country Joe and the Fish didn't play Woodstock -- just Country Joe. He was a red-diaper baby, by the way, whose parents named him after Joe Stalin.— September 25, 2009 2:20 a.m.
That Fish Smell
(#9) Josh, their bass player was Bruce Barthol; maybe you're thinking of Chicken Hirsh. Their name came from a quotation from Chairman Mao about "every fish in the sea." I'm not sure what the whole quote is; I've misplaced my copy of the Red Book.— September 25, 2009 2:17 a.m.
C is for Cookie
There used to be some joint around town that sold Owl or Wise potato chips, according to some review by Naomi Wise or whoever, but that review is nowhere to be found on the Reader website, so I suspect the restaurant is gone too.— September 24, 2009 11:20 p.m.
C is for Cookie
(#13) "It's funny that there are some cookies and candies that were regional." Actually, Josh, lots of foods are regional; in fact, there's a whole book devoted to them: _Food Finds,_ a book full of food vendors who make micro-batches of, say, pasta sauce or cookies or candy that is only sold through retailers in that town or maybe through the mail. There are even some vendors in town here that are represented; if I were going on a road trip, I'd be sure to take that book with me. Not surprisingly, some food network has developed a show around it called, I think, _Food Finds_ (http://www.fineliving.com/fine/food_finds/article). Somebody tell me where I can buy Owl potato chips in San Diego. Pete?— September 24, 2009 10:02 p.m.