Nerd Honor

Besmirch at your own risk, to be honest.

Guramba deficiency

Admit it: You are lacking in Guramba, and secretly wish it were not so. But have good cheer, citizen, there's a pill for this sad condition. Gurambasol! For when you don't have it, and need it.

Electric Mayhem

The original Electric Mayhem, from left to right: Zoot (sax), Janice (lead guitar), Sgt. Floyd Pepper (bass, natch), and the beloved Animal (drums, natch to the max). Also, "Electric Mayhem" is a spectacular band name. And this was a great band - have you seen the Muppet Show from back in the day? Recall it? Here. Twas awesome and quite sophisticated. With great music. Also too: Fantastic costumes from some Comic Con. Mucho kudos to the dedicated nerds who made and wore them.

With Dr. Teeth, of course, and the late addition of Lips, the trumpet player.

I love - from afar - the makers of costumes and the results of their efforts. It's such a clear of example of noble intention and sincere pursuit. It's done for the love of it, and that makes it pure and worthy of praise. Holla!

Gentlemen of the New Generation

I know, for a fact, that every generation bitched about the younger one, for as long as there've been people around to bitch about youngin's, to time immemorial. And for sooth, I am now old, and don't understand some of these young folk ways. But still - I detect a breakdown in the social fabric.

Yobs with no sense of self or purpose or perhaps even physical self - Gameboy Generation - so the world is a unending parade of failed expectations.

But what about the gals? What's in it for them?

Familial Honor

Honor is such a loaded concept. It can cause people to perform heroic deeds of selflessness, but it can also cause a man to throw acid on the face of a woman. But then, perhaps that's the human condition in a nutshell.