State of the Union

The Breakfast Club airs on cable every Saturday.

Every time you watch 60 Minutes you learn about a horrible new way you can die.

This is how a three-year-old will tell a knock-knock joke:

Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
I’ve got a bug in my pocket!

In Chicago, McDonald’s puts ketchup and mustard on the little hamburgers. But in New York City, there’s no mustard, only ketchup.

You know who always has a good haircut? Meg Ryan.

On Halloween, you really can’t go wrong with a gorilla suit.

There are two kinds of people in the world: the kind who alphabetize their record collections, and the kind who don’t.

In his book Christgau’s Consumer Guide: Albums of the ’90s, the rock critic Robert Christgau, an alphabetizer if there ever was one, files the band Jon Spencer Blues Explosion under S even though there’s an argument to be made for J.

In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups.

When Dolly Parton is in a room, everyone else looks sort of drab.

There are only two fruits native to North America and the cranberry is one of them.

In these fast and fickle times, it’s nice to know that there are some things you can always count on: the enduring brilliance of the last page of The Great Gatsby; the near-religious harmonies of the Beach Boys’ “California Girls”; and the lifelong friendship of Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.

If you just hear him on the radio, Senator Joseph Lieberman sounds exactly like the independent film director Jim Jarmusch, but without all the mentioning Johnny Depp.

Certain next-door neighbors were not big fans of the nine-CD Hank Williams boxed set.

Pittsburgh has a nice airport.

If you’re an insomniac looking for an alternative to counting sheep and you come up with trying to remember your best memory in each state of the union, keep in mind that in order to remember your best memory you have to flip through a lot of bad ones, so that by the time you get to that time your friend’s dad made you cry in Colorado, you’re pretty much wide awake.

Jiffy Pop is as much fun to make as it is to eat.