On June 22, 2008, at the age of 71, an American revolutionary died. He was a bona fide genius, an outspoken critich, a literary giant and an unprecedented visionary. For 50 years he entertained, challenged and amazed not only my generation, but also ones before mine and well after. He was sensational, brilliant, iconic and unique - the quintessential individual. He was my lifelong hero. His name was George Carlin.

RADIO IS DEAD. The once-bright star that was public broadcasting has been destroyed by greed and corproate muscle to the point that even the music that is completely repugnant is positioned to be popular.

We are defined by our dignity to rise above debasement. We are certainly better people for doing so.

You ever tasted a smell? It's a very strange feeling. I've done it quite a few times and it still freaks me out.

You cannot kill what you did NOT create

She has BIG feet! Oh my god, have you seen Sandra Bullocks feet? They're like the size of rulers!

Show me on the doll where Fun is a rock band.