I Lived In La For Almost Nine

We Get To See It! January 1st, 2000! We Get To See... All Those Fundamentalist Preachers Having To Do Their Backpedaling When The Armageddon Doesn't Occur.

It's A Lot Of Anti-gay, Racist Humor—which People Like In America—all Couched In 'i'm Telling It Like It Is.' He's In The Right Place At The Right Time For That Gee-shucks, Proud-to-be-a-redneck, I'm-just-a-straight-shooter-multimillionaire-in-cutoff-flannel-selling-ring-tones Act. That's Where We Are As A Nation Now. We're In A State Of Vague American Values And Anti-intellectual Pride.

A Verbose, Prosaic Review Which Mentions Whistling Winds And The Timeless Feeling Of Jade Doesn't Mean Anything To Me; I Don't Need A Novella Telling Me About How An Album Is Like A Fine Meal.

Most People Who Have Kids Are, "hey, I Want Another Me. I Like Me. I'm Pretty Cool, And I've Got Really Great Ideas, And The Way I Think Is The Right Way To Think. Let's Put Another One Of Me Out There.

I Have No Hesitation Doing Children's Movies. Zero. And I Don't Even Have Kids.