Peanut gallery, your moment is now...

Having tapped into the collective cultural generational distaste for Uggs and to all the other fashion disasters, I'm going to attempt to change tact lest this blog be mistaken for Blackwell's. And as I prepare for the Thanksgiving week, complete with the broke academic Thanksgiving (consisting of pumpkin pie, frisbee with the pup, and all the kung fu movies I can take plus several episodes of the wire), I'm feeling a bit lazy.

I've been poking fun for days - the surest way you knew I'd eventually do this myself - and since it worked so well over on so many other blogs, I'm going to dive in and take questions from anyone who's got 'em. Since I'm feeling lazy, I'm going to spread the answers out over the next several days (assuming, of course, there are enough questions to spread out - if not, I'll likely just take a vacation). All the usual privacy caveats apply, so while the answers may not be what you're expecting, I'll shoot for entertaining and if that doesn't work. I'll just try to shoot from the hip.

You may fire when ready, Grizzly...