Girls & Boys is […] also a tart, sneering rocker, full of ingenious musical gestures […]

Without even thinking it through, his hand went […] to bikini panties, which, had he actually seen them, would have been revealed to be decorated with a faded repetition of Roadrunners chasing Tweety Birds around and around from subnavel to ass.

With many recent professional lockouts to help us, the dire warnings do open up just enough of a crack for our imaginations to slip through and conjure an altogether hockeyless Canada.

Now, my own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.