"Sir, I've got your back. Even if you don't have ours." 

(Apologies in advance if a bunch of multiples of this post show up. My computer seems to be having some issues.)

Because when that happens, we're both leaving! 

Ironically, my legal immigrant non-citizen wife has decided, as a result of this utterly idiotic legislation, to complete the citizenship process. Her rationale is that if she's going to be subject to jury duty anyway, she may as well have the right to vote. 

I have to chime in on this one, given that a) I love beer, and b) I recently found, in the bottom of an old footlocker, my old high school journals. (For a time, I wrote daily entries concerning my thoughts and deeds at the time. Completely fatuous, but I still can't bring myself to give them the bonfire they deserve.) My entry for December 9, 1983: 
"[Mom and Dad] let me have a beer tonight. A 12 oz. can of Michelob. I don't like beer as much as rum."  
So when's the "First Rum Story" post going to be?  

It has to be Columbo, who inspired Peter Robinson's interview style: "Just one more question..." 

"The perennial powerhouse New England Patriots..."
You have no idea how  enjoyable it is to read that; I've been a fan since the Steve Grogan years. 

"Julia" is the disease, not the cure. 

I hold not one but two degrees from this august institution, and am now wondering about the reception I will get the next time I show my resume to a potential employer. Yippee. 

Fun fact: when checking in at the U of T student health center, there are five (5!)  checkboxes to choose from under the heading "gender." (Male, female, transgender, transsexual, and something I've since forgotten/repressed.) At least, there were five last time I was there. Perhaps they have invented more; they have had a few years to work on it. 

Maybe this will help.

Father of the Year? Didn't Chelsea move away and marry years ago?  Perhaps the National Father's Day Council is aware of more Clinton progeny than the rest of us...

The Who are the greatest band of all time, and Won't Get Fooled Again is the greatest song of all time. Full stop. 
The Rolling Stones, meanwhile, are very, very good, whereas the Beatles are just an overrated hair band. 

I'm happy to see so much appreciation for The Kinks as well in this thread.  Pete Townshend gave them a lot of credit in his recent memoir, Who I Am. 

Two words: Robot Umpires. 

Well, if there's anything our government is good at, it's hedging the details. The rules do seem to have changed over the years, alas. Clearly, the young man's  best option is to find a nice American girl and settle down...

Why must he choose? Dual citizenship is a possibility.

18,500 jobs gone. Surely this is the fault of Hurricane Sandy and ATMs, no? 

"No matter where you go, there you are."