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Can you give us a synopsis of your favorite book? Oy vey... you're starting this off with a doozy. On a narrative level, it's about a motorcycle road trip - father & son (joined by a couple who are family friends for part of the trip) travel from Minnesota to Montana, where the father/narrator & son visit their old home. He was once a professor at U Montana who obsessed over this notion of Quality, which eventually drove him mad - on the other side of that episode, he became a technical manual writer in Minnesota. Interspersed with the narrative (as long drives are conducive to thinking to oneself) are the author's thoughts on many things metaphysical, technological and otherwise. However, a caveat from author Robert Pirsig: It should in no way be associated with that great body of factual information relating to orthodox Zen Buddhist practice. It's not very factual on motorcycles, either. I hope that helps. It's complicated. The feeble-minded need not apply for this book.
If you could revisit one period of your life, what would it be and why? European history class trip to England & France. Some of the best times of my life.
What was your most traumatic childhood experience? You mean besides the needle incident, the way I tell it? I'm around kindergarten age, playing at the end of the street down by the railroad tracks. (I lived on the "wrong side of the tracks" by about a block.) There was this half-exposed hill, probably made so by the construction of my subdivision, at the end of the road and the tracks were below street level. We called it Death Mountain. So I'm doing who knows what by myself at Death Mountain, and these angry dogs - a pitbull and a similarly-sized black one - came running up over Death Mountain and chased after me all the way home with tears in my eyes. I'm kind of surprised I outran them. I'd see those damn dogs around from time to time, but that was my first experience with them and they never got that close/aggressive as I got older.
What is your ideal pizza? I would go with sausage, bacon, mushroom, onion & black olive. (I could go on and on about pizza, prompted with the right follow-ups...)
Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Considering where 19/20-year old kdogg thought he'd be at 29/30, I almost think that it's pointless to consider...
Are you familiar with String Theory and the theory of everything? Please share your ideas. The ultimate aim of science is to discover and/or become God.
What five adjectives best describe you? Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk.
Can you please tell us about your most triumphant day? I can narrow it to a moment: approximately 10am on a weekday, the second week of May 2008. My final final exam - for Prof. Canon's Legislative Process was (ugh) 7:45-9:45am that day. Upon the conclusion of this test, I went directly to UW's Memorial Union Terrace (one of my favorite places on Earth) and had myself a victory beer.
And the wost day of your life (so far)? Probably the aftermath of my most recent birthday. (My - and Bek's - birthday is August 14th, for the record.) The plan was that Kendra & I were going to leave Madison for Baltimore - she had job opportunities, I was willing to see what I could find out there - at 10am on the 15th. Instead, nuts hit the fan shortly after midnight... Kendra wanted a promise to be home by midnight, I merely promised to make my best effort. Midnight rolls around, and there's six people out with us, and a couple unfinished pitchers... I wanted an extra half-hour (letting Kendra go home, with an offer to pay for my cab ride) at the bar to finish up with those who'd come out to celebrate my birthday. It was far from a perfect relationship, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. By ten after midnight, she had already called her father to drive her out there instead. Such is the story of how I wound up in my parents' basement...
What do you REALLY want out of life? A good woman and a job where I'm not sweeping floors & counting someone else's money at the end of the night.
Did I really blow you off in roo '08? ??? Yes. I saw the shirt and yelled "Inforoo!" which I followed up with "Hey Bek!" when I realized exactly who it was.
Love at first sight: why or why not? Why not?
There are 24 hours in a day, and 24 beers in a case. Coincidence? A 1:1 beers-per-hour ratio is for sissies.
Favorite Radiohead song? Electioneering.
If you were going to commit murder, what would be your plan of action? Depends on who and why... all I know now is where I'm dumping the body
Currently, do you believe it is possible to prove or disprove the existence of God? Funny you should ask, after my string theory answer... I'm going to say impossible, and Plato (I think?) has got my back when he suggests the only way to attain true knowledge is through death.
Who do you think was the most influential person of the 20th century? Mohandas K. Gandhi
Of our current century? I'm going to split hairs here... does the influence on the 21st century have to be exerted within the 21st century? I want to posthumously nominate former Chinese leader Deng Xiaoping, for his contributions to what I think will be an overarching theme of the century: China's ascent to superpower. If not, I'll take the cop-out answer and say Obama.
Aside from decomposition, do you believe anything happens when we die? Your relatives fight over your stuff.
Do you believe there is proof of global warming? Manbearpig exists!
What musician do you feel you relate to the most and why?
What are your favorite/least favorite things about inforoo? Favorite - people. Least - filters.
What is one of your deep dark secrets? I took a Republican ballot in their 2004 primaries. The Dem primary was during spring elections, and I could have a say in the GOP primary (including Russ Feingold's opponent) if I took their ballot in the fall primary. I wrote in McCain/Powell for president
Besides drinking, what were you doing at midnight last night? How'd you know I was drinking at midnight? Met up with a couple friends at the bar... at midnight, was probably trying to convince Jeff & Ross, who both graduated with me, that there is indeed new music worth listening to.
Speaking of alcohol, do you think you drink too much? Hell no.
What are your plans for Valentine's day? Idunno... whacking it? All I know is I have to get up early on the 15th... owner & husband are leaving on vacation on the 13th, leaving me in de facto charge of the convenience store.
Who is your ISP? smurfing stupid-ass Charter.
Who is your favorite Beatle? Sir Paul
Any hidden talents? Sleeping through just about anything.
Are you in the mafia? Never! What, you'd expect me to ever say yes if I was? I did have an offer to work with an organized crime syndicate after high school, but I opted for college instead.
What is your ideal pizza? I would go with sausage, bacon, mushroom, onion & black olive. (I could go on and on about pizza, prompted with the right follow-ups...)
What the fuck could you possibly know about pizza being from WI?
Is your favorite book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintainence? It would be fair to say that. I've been wanting to revisit that books question, but that one was even harder to narrow down to five.
What is one distinct memory from your happy time European trip? For context, the trip was twenty 17year-olds & four chaperones total, France was hosting the 98 World Cup at the time. Our first night in France was in a small town Dinan in the north, and about half of the students went out pubbing unchaperoned. I drank myself broke for my daily budget, but those lightweight rich kids were impressed with what they'd seen and wanted to see me chug another. One guy even took a collection, despite my protests I'd already drank enough for the night. So they ordered me this pint, and I at least pleaded to have a moment before commencing. The response I got from the guy next to me was "I'm going to count to three, and if you don't chug that beer I will..." and everybody started chanting my name. What's a teenager to do? I slammed that beer, and it wound up on the table along with that night's dessert about 30 seconds later. That bartender was pissed. He got up in my face and - I presume - gave me the worst chewing-out I've had in my life. French was not offered at my high school, so none of us really knew what was exactly being said. I had no idea what the fuck he was saying... I knew three phrases at the time: I don't speak French, I am American, and where is the bathroom? The last of those three being a moot point by then, I just kept saying those first two phrases. Don't think it helped things much, since the bartender was red in the face by the end of it all. Someone in the group managed to arrange things so we'd clean up and leave without any authorities, thankfully.
This made for a great story to share when, in college French, I had to tell a vacation story with pictures.
Can you please tell us more about pizza? What the quack could you possibly know about pizza being from WI? First off, Fish... hate to break it to you, but Americans did not invent pizza. Secondly, the converse of your statement is "what the fuck could you possibly know about beer not being from WI?" so I'm going to pretend you didn't say that I'd like to think I know a thing or two. My grandfather started a frozen pizza business; my dad owned a pizza place until I was about 12. Dad closed up shop and managed the frozen plant for a few years until they had a big falling out. Aside from that, my first job (aside from babysitting & paper routes) was working at Pizza Pit in junior high. I wound up delivering for Pizza Hut (briefly) and a local place for a while. Hell, I'm back at the local place picking up the occasional shift a decade after I started. So yeah... I've spent some time in that particular business.
For the sake of Science, it is better to discover God or become one? Not possible either way, but that's not to say that they should keep trying.
Other than "drunk", what are four adjective that describe you? A friend who used to play a lot of D&D once described me as "chaotic good." I'm not entirely certain what that means, but I like that enough to make it my first one. Most of the women I've dated seem to agree that "immature" also fits, though none of them used exactly that word... I'll round it out with hedonistic and intelligent, for shits and giggles.
What exactly was your college major? I have a BA in Political Science from UW-Madison, graduating May of 2008.
Break-ups suck... have you found happiness since your most recent one? There was plenty of happiness to be found IN my most recent one. There was a point in November 08 where I was packing my things, but having a lease through August 09 kinda complicated things... in hindsight, I should have left then. I've had plenty to be happy with. This whole "college grads as boomerang kids" seems to be becoming something of a trend, so I've got some old friends back in town. Volunteered for a Madison music festival and the Feingold campaign occasionally. Got a road trip in three weeks to look forward to. There was extreme amounts of joy to be had in seeing Brett Favre not go to another Super Bowl... this exact sentiment is something we call SchadenFavre. What constitutes your idea of "a good woman"?
Where exactly ARE you going to dump the body? I'll take you there right after I tell you
Do you have anything that you believe your realtives will fight over when you die? My brother & sister will argue over my video games. My brother & cousin will probably fight over my beloved 20 inch, erm, glass vase Tits. I'm sure my immediate family has divergent enough tastes that divvying up my music won't be a problem.
And since drunk kdogg is blind... What musician do you feel you relate to the most and why? ;D I saw it! I just left it blank meaning to return to it, and forgot. I was mulling over six or eight possibilities. I'm regarding this question as the equivalent of asking which presidential candidate you'd want to have a beer with - having no bearing whatsoever on how well they do their job. And when I started thinking that way, one of the latter possibilities I'd half-heartedly entered into consideration seemed to make a lot more sense... it also makes me feel kinda dirty to say it. I just might have to go with Billie Joe from Green Day. He'd probably have the background to most "get" me out of the list I had, between a history of living in flophouses, general smart-assery, politics and whatnot. Like I said, I feel dirty even saying that, but that answer feels right.
Besides drinking, what were you doing at midnight LAST NIGHT? But I wasn't drinking then! I was on the drive home from work nomnomnomming away to Electro-Shock Blues. I had occasion to listen to that album, which I adore to begin with, as it's somewhat of a security blanket when mortality rears its ugly head. One of my favorite customers at the convenience store died in his sleep Saturday night and I found out shortly after the end of the game. I followed the example of his daughter, herself a former coworker there, and drank extra hard in his memory upon returning home.
Including a plug, because I fucking love me some Eels.
Can you please tell us more about pizza? What the quack could you possibly know about pizza being from WI? First off, Fish... hate to break it to you, but Americans did not invent pizza. Secondly, the converse of your statement is "what the quack could you possibly know about beer not being from WI?" so I'm going to pretend you didn't say that I'd like to think I know a thing or two. My grandfather started a frozen pizza business; my dad owned a pizza place until I was about 12. Dad closed up shop and managed the frozen plant for a few years until they had a big falling out. Aside from that, my first job (aside from babysitting & paper routes) was working at Pizza Pit in junior high. I wound up delivering for Pizza Hut (briefly) and a local place for a while. Hell, I'm back at the local place picking up the occasional shift a decade after I started. So yeah... I've spent some time in that particular business.
If you could go back in time and do things differently as far as your education goes, would you? If so, what would you change?
As far as high school goes... I'd have taken four years of Spanish and a placement test. I took three years of Spanish in high school. I did not take the Spanish college placement test - that was given in a session after my general placement tests. I had a prom to get ready for later that day, so I didn't take it. I also should've at least given a damn about calculus. I failed that second semester senior year, after a C the first semester. That was the first thing to go when senioritis kicked in. No way was I ever awake enough to contemplate that nuts during first period at 8am... at one point, Mr. Breen sent home a progress report that simply said "The only thing Kevin has turned in all semester has been a broken calculator." That broken calculator pissed me off, too... I had the highest Tetris score out of anyone who had those TI-81s. Said score was achieved while I was avoiding needles at one of the blood drives I mentioned earlier
College... hoo boy, that's another story. I matriculated in fall of 1999 and graduated in spring 2008. Just to give you an idea of how many youthful indiscretions and/or outright stupid choices I went through along the way... As I mentioned, the language requirement: UW would've had me take two semesters of a new language; I would've had to take Spanish for longer than that because I'd taken it in high school. Over five semesters, I wound up taking six French classes because I was pretty good at it. Given the better usefulness of Spanish and the lack of practical use of French out here in the real world, I'm wishing I took Spanish instead. Those hours in French class seem like a waste now.
The way I met my science requirement is also laughable: Food Science 101 (on television, only had to show up somewhere for two exams) The Age of Dinosaurs (online) Survey of Entomology (read: bug class) Volcanoes & Civilization (met twice a week for only 10 weeks out of the semester, only 2 credits) Forum on the Environment (listen to some hippie preach about nature once a week & take a quiz; this one-credit class wrapped up this requirement for me)
I probably should have officially declared Political Science as my major earlier than the beginning of my final semester. But I had a big crush on Emily, my general letters & science advisor... we'd spend half our meetings talking about Radiohead, Wilco or whatever new stuff we'd been hearing. I wasn't about to give that up. I probably also should've studied something with more... let's say "employability..." to go with my Poli Sci. I knew I didn't want to sell out with law school (a popular destination for Poli Sci majors) so I should have better planned accordingly. The deeper I got into political science, the more I found myself wishing I knew more economics...
Without a doubt, I consider the biggest mistake of my entire life was how I went about dropping out in 2002. I missed that spring semester, because a prof got into an accident which canceled an entire course - right as my full-time status was being considered for tuition purposes. I wound up sitting out that semester. I got into a hole with credit cards, so I was working 65-70 hours (between two part-time jobs) just to keep my head above water as I was taking five courses. It just got to be too much to handle. I had barely turned 22 then. So, with the drop deadline looming, I decided to consult my parents. I made my case for cutting my losses and dropping out altogether, returning to fight another day. My parents saw my point, but countered with a very good point of their own: if I dropped out then, I would never again be able to receive coverage under their health insurance policy (not punitively, as per their policy.) So, I dropped out but not officially - I took 14 credits worth of Fs. I never even needed a doctor while I was still under that coverage, which makes it all the more frustrating in hindsight... (I will add that I was thrilled to see the Senate health bill raised the age for this student-coverage-drop cap to 27 - I hate to think of kids coming up behind me in a similar position.) My GPA had been hovering around 2.0 already at that point, and that sunk it for me... UW sent me a letter politely "inviting" me to take a year off. I took two, working out of that debt hole and waiting for my financial aid situation to change when I turned 24. When I did go back, I had two semesters to clear my way out of academic probation (raise my cumulative GPA above 2.0) The first of those semesters was three courses part-time, because I hadn't cleared the debt yet. That just made the stakes all the higher for that second semester back. I basically made a $4500 (that I didn't have) bet that I could clear probation with the student loan office. I took five Elementary-level classes for 15 credits that semester. One of those classes was a one-credit "Academic Enhancement Seminar" for fuck-ups which told you a bunch of study habits you already knew but weren't using, which was embarrassing... I called it "academic rehab." I made the dean's list that semester - getting 4 As and an AB - and ultimately cleared the probation GPA hurdle by approximately .1 points. Nearly chose that day as my most triumphant moment, fwiw... After that, the rest of college went gangbusters for me. I took 4 of the 5 classes I failed that semester as Grudge Match classes, since I considered them unfinished business. That dropping-out decision still comes back to bite me in the ass... like earlier this week, when the State Department booth at the career fair was discussing grad school scholarship options for people who had a minimum 3.2 cumulative at graduation. I'm not there, but arguably could be were it not for that crash & burn Fall 2002 semester. Not to mention that that particular decision set me back - literally - years in obtaining my degree. When I think about how many of the peers I started out with back in 1999 who didn't make it, I feel better about finishing the job even if it took me 8-9 years.
If I went to WI, and you were gonna take me fishing, where would we go? I'm not sure if there's fishing around, but Devil's Lake state park is quite beautiful... that's the first thing off the top of my head. If not that, I'm sure you could find something worthwhile in either the Mississippi or the two Great Lakes bordering the state.
What would we catch? Merely the clap, if we're lucky
Can you swim? Yes. Got a pool in the backyard.
Where would we go for pizza? For a slice, Ian's in Madison. For an entire pie, Glass Nickel in Madison.
Can you bait a hook and tie a knot like a man? I've been fishing once in my life, around the age of ten with an uncle who lived near the river in town. I caught a catfish. I'm not too fond of baiting a hook for a lot of the same reasons I said I'm not comfortable with needles. Knot tying's another thing... I wasn't exactly a Boy Scout, but I think I can handle that.
What kind of beer would we drink while we were fishing? New Glarus Spotted Cow, for sure. Also - and I believe I asked you about this during your turn as BMOTM - there's a beer from Montana called Trout Slayer. I thought it'd be up your alley, and I've been curious to try it myself. Haven't yet.
But back to the Spotted Cow and a question for you... (I can ask others questions, right? I'm assuming I can do whatever the fuck I want with this thread so long as I answer questions asked of me, provided I turn it over in a prompt fashion when my time is through) Are you familiar with a Mad River Grill in NYC? They got busted by NY liquor authorities for illegally selling Spotted Cow - New Glarus brewery only sells within this state. What I pay $9/sixer for here was smuggled out there and going for $10/bottle until the place got busted. Just curious... I went to high school with one of the guys doing the smuggling, but I don't know if he himself has faced any repercussions.
What do you think of this lineup we're slowly (but surely) getting?
Seeing Weezer at roo.... better than sex?
Jeez, you don't think I've rambled enough and throw that one at me? I legitimately did miss that one - notice how I included it in that original list of responses. I don't like to impose too many litmus tests, but if I'm picking a couple I'd prefer someone with some college education who would attend Bonnaroo with me. I was with my ex for four Bonnaroos, and she attended zero. To be fair, I left for Roo 06 about a week after our first date. I should've taken our first date being 06/06/06 as more of an omen.
Gonna flip your general lineup and weezer questions.
weezer at Roo worries me greatly. It's not going to be better than sex. I've seen weezer play more recently than I've had sex, and if I go to this I'm guessing the odds are good I'll see weezer again before I have sex again. So no, not better than sex. It was better than sex back when I was sixteen, but I had no basis of comparison at that point. I think there's potential for an epic fail here. If I were writing the setlist, it'd be one thing... but to be honest I wouldn't trust Rivers with setlist duties for something like Bonnaroo. Unless he does the thing where he did setlists by the roll of dice. That I could get behind - that tour was my 10th weezer show and I appreciated that setlist. Only of the 15 shows where they played Holiday and Falling for You. Rivers Cuomo's birthday is June 13th. If they play Sunday, I'm totally bringing a Happy Birthday sign that says "Lordy Lordy, look who's 40!"
As to some general line-up thoughts (and dammit, just got KOL'ed as I started writing this): Flaming Lips double-late-night set with DSOTM is still the crown jewel as far as I'm concerned. I have been clamoring for Tenacious D and They Might Be Giants at Bonnaroo for years. Tori Amos is like Metallica, in that I'd totally want to check that out at Bonnaroo but probably wouldn't pay to see a show on their own closer to home. Dropkick Murphys was definitely a pleasant, unexpected surprise. GWAR is going to be awesome. Dave Matthews Band is the only headliner set I did not attend, and this is going to be my eighth Bonnaroo. Missed Phoenix last year (up against someone... NIN?) so I'm glad to get another chance. One of my perennial Bonnafriends is going to insist on my attending Thievery Corp. Jeff Beck & Jack White on the farm has me hoping for the resurrection of Superjam.
Who will/should play superjam this year (if it returns)?
Jeff Beck, Jack White & Les Claypool of course. I'm not going to be too picky about who drums if that actually happens... Superjam should definitely return.
I'll get to the rest on the other side of shoveling the driveway.
What was the most exciting act on the lineup for you?
The most disappointing?
Twist off a side and eat it, then eat the rest.
Once the Packers were out of contention I had to make other allegiances. It's usually a given that I root against the Colts, but the AFC championship was an exception. I do a lot of smack-talking with my old French class buddy Zipa who went back to Brooklyn. He's a Jets fan, and I caught plenty last season when his guys had Favre. I was also rooting for a Saints-Colts game as I'd been for months. But I like underdogs, and that was definitely the team from the rebuilding city going to their first Super Bowl favored to lose. So I was simultaneously glad the Colts lost AND the Saints won... if that makes sense.
Most exciting act on the lineup for me was Flaming Lips/DSOTM set... it was all downhill from there for me. Tenacious D was probably the most pleasant surprise after that.
Tie for most disappointing. I've gone to seven Bonnaroos so far and I've only skipped one headline set completely. Bonnaroo 2010 is giving me two very good reasons to go back and nap in my tent, and they're not called Stevie Wonder.
I could go on a while about several reasons for that first one. Hope you're not looking for one concise answer.
Mom's step-brother (son from Mom's stepfather's first marriage, could be wrong on the "stepbrother" nomenclature there...) worked at the state capitol as an aide to then-Gov. Tommy Thompson. Grandpa wound up watching me a lot of weekdays back when I was still an only child, and a lot of times he'd drive up to the capitol and drop in on his son unannounced with me in tow. I had a lot of crap (mostly school supplies) with Tommy Thompson's name on it as a kid.
Election 88 happened when I was in second grade. I was barely 4 years old for Reagan-Mondale in 84, so I didn't catch what was going on. Anyway, up until then, I know we picked Reagan... but for whatever reason I thought it was for life. So we had that unit in class and had our own election and everything. I voted for Michael Dukakis, because I was 8 years old and saw him riding in a tank. I was a bit young to understand it then, but it was a bit more sophisticated than that - it was actually an attack ad (footage of Dukakis riding the tank in a parade to the sounds of easy listening - Barbara Streisand?) trying to make him look silly. I thought that was cool as hell, and I didn't see George Bush riding in any tank so I went with Dukakis. Of course, years later, I couldn't help but shake my head seeing my fellow adult citizens falling for that shit with W's "Mission Accomplished" spectacle... I'm rambling, aren't I? Back to the question.
I'm not sure specifically what else. I know I was the social studies fucking ninja in my high school. Took nearly every offering they had, won the social studies award out of my graduating class... pissed off Mr. Kruse more than once in freshman Government speaking out of turn to answer questions he couldn't. Four years of Mock Trial and Model UN probably helped nudge that.
Now that I think about it, there was one more big thing at the end of high school... I graduated in June 1999. As in, about six weeks after Columbine. Traditionally, graduation ceremonies were held at the park downtown. My school district (after years of campaigning and several referenda to make it happen) had a nearly brand-new high school - I was in the 2nd freshman class to start there - and were looking for reasons to show it off. Probably didn't hurt that there had been a kid joking about setting off a bomb at the 1998 ceremony, but that didn't happen*. So one day about a month before graduation, the administration called all of us seniors in for an impromptu assembly. They informed us they had decided our graduation would take place in the high school gym. We didn't take it so well - about half the class promptly walked out of school at the conclusion of the assembly, (for starters) followed by the inevitable petitions and whatever else... the backlash was kind of a clusterfuck and ineffective. I tried taking a different approach. I spent a few days after school that week seeing what me & my Mock Trial skills could bring against the school district in the legal realm. I had what I believed to be a very, very legitimate case: under open meetings law, the school district had to announce agenda items that would be covered ahead of time. I dug a little deeper and discovered the district did not fulfill its open meetings requirements in making this decision. My problem was small-town politics preventing any of the lawyers I talked from rocking the boat. I wasn't even necessarily looking to have their decision overturned - I wanted to make make my school board publicly re-make the decision, with fair warning, proper procedures and half the town pissed at them. That alone would've been worth it. In the end I wound up helping arrange the alternate graduation ceremony in the park, which had us all walking to the school for our bullshit indoors graduation. We encouraged people opposed to the decision to give the superintendent an apple as we received our diplomas, and there was a healthy pile of them by the end of it all.
Basically... I think we collectively spend too much of our time arguing about the color of the cat and not enough time about whether it catches mice. I think that needs to change. It's fair to say I'm more interested in governing than campaigning.
* Oh yeah, the bomb threat thing... The kid who was joking about setting off a bomb at graduation... A homemade bomb went off in one of my high school's bathrooms in Spring of 98. All I'm comfortable saying about that is that I know for a fact this kid had nothing to do with that, and was just talking big and stealing other peoples' thunder.
What's the furthest you've travelled to see a concert? What's your favorite song off Pinkerton?
Are we talking about single-night/headliner concert, or a festival?
Farthest I've driven to a festival was from Madison WI to Coachella 2004 - Google Maps says 2,140mi for the route I took. Farthest I've traveled for a single show in summer of 2001 to the Blossom Ampitheater (or whatever you call it) in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. Google says Madison to Cuyahoga Falls is 508mi, although that was just part of a road trip in which we stopped at my friend's parents' in Michigan beforehand. Topping both bills was Radiohead.
Short answer: my favorite song off Pinkerton is definitely "Across the Sea." Long answer - and it could get quite long - available upon request.
To answer the original question: meh. I don't really got out of my way to watch much. I like Winter Olympics better than Summer Olympics, I guess. I don't really watch that much TV to begin with.
If not what are five (reasonable) acts you would add.
It has potential, but I'm underwhelmed. I know I'll get my money's worth, but I feel there's less bang for the buck than in previous years.
I guess I need a clarification on "reasonable." This is strictly an exercise in adding acts, not removing & replacing them? My first instinct is to usurp one of the headliners, but I'm not sure if that's "reasonable." I have issues with moderation
Hey y'all, quick heads up that I'm not going to be around today. Long day - next eight hours will be traveling/attending a funeral, the following eight will be work. Might be a "collapse at the finish line" kinda day, so I might not be back on tonight.
I'll get to your questions when I return, but probably nothing today.
I voted for Michael Dukakis, because I was 8 years old and saw him riding in a tank. I was a bit young to understand it then, but it was a bit more sophisticated than that - it was actually an attack ad (footage of Dukakis riding the tank in a parade to the sounds of easy listening - Barbara Streisand?) trying to make him look silly.
I always knew you're political views were the result of misunderstanding things. ;D
I had to make other allegiances. 
