May I ask which brother you thought of as "gay"?...My dad saw this and said it may be the youngest brother.... ^_^

I usually imagine that I'm on an airplane that's about to crash into the ocean - and try to think of what I'd do. This usually stirs up the good old adrenaline enought to wake me up.

I lived in athens, ga for quite some time and never once ran across the b-52s (though REM plagued me like a swarm of angry fire ants), though I did at one point possess a slightly chewed pencil with Kate Pierson's name on it and The Athens Banner Herald...wish I still had it, but not because I'm gay. Hell, I'd sell it on EBay and probably pay off my car!

But what if you're in a covert stakeout and you haven't slept for two days?

Catholic weddings... if it wasn't for the torturous kneel, get up, kneel, get up; I would have fallen asleep at my uncle's wedding too. I tried looking for the "hot Catholic girls" but that's just another crazy Irish superstition.

You've clearly not been to enough Catholic weddings, Joshua, but perhaps you're definition of hot differs from mine. Hot Catholic girls at Catholic weddings aren't usually especially obvious until the reception, when the dancing starts ...