Other than that, your sentiment was a breath of fresh air. Let me just say: THANK YOU. Thank you for taking notice in how seriously I take my movie-going experience. The half-assedness I regularly witness on the part of my fellow movie patrons is unbearable, so it's nice to know I have a kindred spirit out there. I mean where's the commitment? Where's the applause after every joke, or action sequence? Show a little class, is all I ask.

I'm big on class-asking. For example, proper movie decorum insists that you buy appropriate merchandise BEFORE a bigtime movie. What's the point in that "Finding Nemo" coffee mug if you're not going to drink delicious, delicious Cherry Coke from it at "Finding Nemo" itself? What, are you going to drink from it at "Elf"? Get real, bozo.

Some people say getting to "Gothika" 90 minutes ahead of time is assinine. I say they are lazy.

Some people think my Snowcap dispenser is excessive. I say they haven't tasted a snowcap until it is individually dispensed.

Some people laugh at me. I cry, but I know I'm right. At least, I think I am. No, I am. I am a good person. I am a good person. I am a good person.

So which song was it? Well, we do have a penchant for songs that have been recorded in the last year, so that narrows it down to several hundred thousand. And we do usually play American pop songs. Which narrows it down again to several hundred thousand. But they're usually the type of pop songs that are played on pop radio, which if we look at Z100's play-list narrows it down to about five songs.

Since I don't know who this Stacie Orrico is, and Maroon5 sounds like something my grandpappy would have for breakfast, I'll have to guess it's probably "Move Your Feet," by Junior Senior.

Or "Bigger Than My Body" by John Mayer.

Quick true story about John Mayer. A friend of mine was standing on the street the other Monday morning, when a drunk John Mayer approached him with a plastic cup full of martini, asking him which way Chelsea was, because he lived there. He then said that he had been drunk since the previous Thursday, and wasn't gay, but would turn gay for my friend. Hilarious part is, my friend had NO IDEA who John Mayer was.

Although, if we defined popular as, "Widely liked or appreciated," I'd have to concede that Michele A'Court, Phil Adams, Chris Anderson, Ezquiel Balmori, TM Bishop, Mike Boon, Chris Brain, DB Brown, Jonathan Brugh, Dean Butler, Paul Campbell, Rob Callaghan, Andrew Clay, Jeremy Corbett, Benjamin Crellin, Bill Crisp, Rhys Darby, Dodge, James Elliot, Ete, Famous Famous, and Flight of The Conchords are all more popular than us.

Granted, if we defined popular as "Liked by acquaintances; sought after for company," I may venture that Terry Frisby, Tom Gilmartin, Ewen Gilmour, Gish, John Glass, Todd Hanford, P Funk Chainsaw, Lee Herbert, Jason Hoyte, Ben Hurley, Wade Jackson, Darren Jardine, Justin Kean, James Keating, Andre King, Mike King, Vaughan King, Grant Lobban, Tony Lofley, Brendhan Lovegrove, Tevitz Manukia, Brad McCormick, Simon McKinney, and Steve Mills are all more popular than we are.

But let's be honest. Popular is really defined as, "Fit for, adapted to, or reflecting the taste of the people at large," and really, that's more applicable to Tarun Mohabhai, Jesse Mulligan, Chris Naziris, Nick Nockolas, Sully O'Sullivan, Chris Parkin, Philip Patston, Irene Pink, Mark Pooley, Radar, James Raffan, Mark Scott, Micheal Shadbolt, Justine Smith, Kat Stephens, Jon Stubbs, Caroline Till, Jaq Tweedie, Caroline Waltz, Greg Ward, and Kate Ward-Smythe.

However, we are intensely more popular than Xprov. They suck.

"How come you never call, you never come home, and eat brisket?" is THREE QUESTIONS, Mother! Do you realize that? Do you know that in the first sentence alone you managed ask three questions on two entirely different and unrelated subjects? What would your audience of children ages 6 to 12 think if they read such an abomination in, oh, let's say, "Happy Passover Rosie?"

Speaking of Passover, that's a pretty random digression from asking me whether I'm a vegetarian, to accusing me of never coming home. I know where my home is, and it's NOT WITH YOU! Yes, I've left home Mother, and as much as you might say, "Don't Go," I WILL go Mother. I will!

But I digress. Let me take a moment, and answer your questions:

• "How come you never call?" - I never call because my phone got turned off.
  
  
• "How come you never come home?" - I never come home because I sold my legs in an effort to raise money to get my phone turned back on, so I could call you, but it turns out I got fenced by a shady leg salesman.
  
  
• "How come you never eat brisket?" - I don't eat brisket, because I'm a vegetarian.
  
  
• "Is it because you are a vegetarian?" - Yes, I already said this just before. See, this is why I never call or come home, you're always asking me to repeat myself.
  
  
• "Am i channeling through my mother?" - In regards to you channeling through your mother, let me get this straight. You want to know if I know if you've been possessing my Grandmother on a regular basis. Offhand, I'd say probably not, but really, I call Grandma Mae even less than I call you. So I won't rule it out.
  
  
• "Hey, why should you come home except for Passover and your exodus from the city?" - Good call, I'll see you on Passover (if I can buy my legs back by then).
  
  
• "When are you all going to have your own sitcom?" - We actually do have our own sitcom in development, its called, "OH MY GOD, MOTHER, WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE NOT THE SWITCH MOTHER." It's being considered as a mid-season replacement on Fox's Laugh Out Loud Sundays. Look for it this January, as long as "Arrested Development" gets cancelled.