My friend and former editor, Terry DeVine, died last night.

It's hard to imagine a world without him in it.

Here are Kip's answers to the First Reactions Quiz:

Beer: Not so much anymore

Sex: As much AS possible. (Thanks, Bethany. Everyone needs an editor.)

McDonald: McWhat?

Relationship: Permanent

Purple: People eaters

Power Rangers: Violent

Steroids: Make your balls shrink

Cartoons: I am growing weary of them.

The President: Is a big dork

Tupperware: Plastic tribbles

Santa Clause: Ho ho ho.

Halloween: The possibility of something unearthly.

Alice: Rabbit hole

Myspace: The distance I try to keep between myself and other people.

Clowns: AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Marriage: I'm keeping it.

Paris: Las Vegas, baby.

Patty: Peppermint

Redheads: Hot, hot, hot.

Blondes: Surfing

One night stands: I think I remember a couple.

Donald Trump: Spades.

Neverland: MJ. Yucko.

Pixie: Dust

Word: Up

Vanilla Ice Cream: Summer

Hooters: Nice tits.

High School Musical: Grease

Pajamas: What are those?

Woody: What I usually wake up with in the morning.

Wet Socks: Stinky feet

Purloined from another blog, the First Reactions Quiz. The idea is to type the very first thing that comes into your mind and you can't go back and change it:

Beer: Skunky

Sex: Yes, please

McDonald: Big Mac

Relationship: Steady

Purple: Prince

Power Rangers: Huh?

Steroids: No neck

Cartoons: SpongeBob

The President: moron

Tupperware: party

Santa Clause: misspelled, or else bad movies

Halloween: black cats

Alice: in Wonderland

Myspace: Boring

Clowns: Scary

Marriage: The second time's the charm

Paris: Hilton

Patty: Cake

Redheads: rock

Blondes: also rock

One night stands: not any more

Donald Trump: Bad hair

Neverland: Michael Jackson

Pixie: Stix

Word: to your mother

Vanilla Ice Cream: with pineapple tidbits on top

Hooters: Grow up, already

High School Musical: Yeah, whatever

Pajamas: nope

Woody: Makesh me nervoush!

Wet Socks: draped over shower rod

People can complain all they want about the old-fogey acts at Taste of Minnesota, but WE had our pictures taken with the Bay City Rollers, the Cowsills and Mr. Jerk himself, Barry Williams, on Friday night.


Susan Cowsill is a year younger than I am. When I told her that, she told me I didn't look anywhere near my age. I am forever her slave just on the strength of that remark.


Me and the Scottish boys.


Kip and the Bay City Rollers. He confessed that he owned a Bay City Rollers album back in the day. On 8-track.



We saw Barry Williams walking around the family area before the concert with a little boy. Kip tried to strike up a friendly conversation with him, not knowing who he was, and Barry snubbed him roundly. Then he got onstage and demonstrated his complete lack of singing ability (Barry, not Kip), utterly annihilating a Bee Gees song (which he sang with Susan Cowsill, who sounded perfectly fine). He's a jerk, but I guess I should feel sorry for him, because he'll be Greg Brady until the day he dies.

We were at Taste of Minnesota Friday night, by cracky. (And no, it's not me. It was the woman sitting on a blanket in front of us. And yes, we know it's not nice to have fun at the expense of others. Didn't stop us, though.)