Fenton and Randy are freshly escaped from New York, where they had business. And speaking of business, after a quick leaf through My Comrade, they’re off on the topic of getting sprayed with fecal matter when you flush an airplane toilet. And other tales of the fecal. Fenton brings up the trend now of specific, isolated years getting their own biographies. James tries to get the boys to spill something about WOW’s Heidi Fleiss project, but they seem to have a self-imposed gag order in place. James eventually wears them down and there’s some seepage.

Tom and Katie and TomKitten. Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Julia Roberts. Paris Hilton. Content is over! It’s all MySpace! Sugar-free is the new sugar. Does the Today show decide what’s important? Does Oprah? Are they twin gods, the bookends of our lives? Angelina and poor Brad Pitt. Bedbugs. James goes “highbrow,” raving about HBO’s Elizabeth I miniseries and identifying with the queen’s love for Essex. Fenton relates Liz the First to Madonna – ultimately she will be alone. Moye knows all about Elizabeth from Philippa Gregory‘s trashy romance novels. Cate Blanchett. The Jesus Papers and the Theraputi. What actually IS the “gospel truth?” Discuss.

United 93. Is it patriotic to see it? Brian Williams wept. American Idol. Stick It. To hear him talk, you’d think Mariah Carey’s “Say Something” had made James a Mariah fan.

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