I'm currently exploring the musical intricacies and oddities of Nick Cave, thanks to a net friend.

Since I've been torturing you guys with long entries lately, I thought I'd throw in something a little more whimsical. Some of these answers won't surprise you at all; some will.

4 things you would eat on the last day of your life:

1. Nigiri sushi (guess I'd better die in Vancouver)
2. Real vanilla ice cream with dulce de leche on top
3. A few squares of super-dark, bittersweet chocolate (Valrhona rocks my world)
4. Linguine with asparagus and cream sauce

4 CDs from your collection that you will never get tired of:

1. Jonatha Brooke, Plumb
2. Steely Dan, The Royal Scam
3. Underworld, Beaucoup Fish
4. Anything by Tom Lehrer

4 movies that you watch over and over:

1. Say Anything
2. Anything by Steven Soderbergh
3. BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice
4. Casablanca

"But if you're one of those unfortunate people whose teeth are set on edge by an ungrammatical phrase—a disability like perfect pitch, which renders so much wonderful music unenjoyable…"
—Garrison Keillor, in a column for Salon.com

When we went house-hunting in 1999, we deliberately chose to look for a three-bedroom house. Not because we planned to have children, but to slake our burgeoning computer habit. A bedroom for us, a bedroom for guests, and a bedroom that we could turn into an office of sorts—a home for our computers.

First, a small definition. Ever noticed that on Velveeta there's a note that says it's "pasteurized processed cheese food." Remember—it's not cheese, it's cheese food - what cheese eats!

Now that the party's over and the proverbial cat is out of the bag, I can now say that Jeff's graduation present was a DVD player. I was one of the last of our group of friends to be let in on the present-giving scheme.