"Bison anyone?" Please feel free to make up your own "Home on the Range" pun for today's ? du Jour.

Bullseye terrier vs. Happy Face -- Rob strikes again, with this entertaining and statistically sound comparison of prices on a cartload of consumer durables at Wal-Mart and Target. Frankly, I'd rather give Target an extra $4.86 any day...

"I was drawn to music that addressed the spirit, probably because my own needed to be addressed." -- The hipsterfication of NPR continues, with a 2-part interview of Bruce Springsteen. Be sure to listen to the audio clips!

"Again and again, in the course of the electoral battle, I heard striking tales of this tragically inverted form of class consciousness: of a cleaning lady who voted for Bush because she could never support a rich man for president." -- Have your Excedrin handy while you read Thomas Frank's article from the NYReview of Books, "What's The Matter With Liberals?" He sorts through the many, many answers to that question, from 30 years of "snob-baiting" John Kerry through the debacle of Election '04 and into our current woes. Thought-provoking, but in a blood-boiling kind of way.

"We sing from the diaphragm-a-lot!" Ah, Monty Python never gets old, and this weekend's Broadway Ticket Stub proved it can also be adapted into any medium. Nat and I took in SPAMalot from the very last row of the Schubert Theater balcony, and it was well worth it just for the sound of Tim Curry's plummiest accent speaking lines like "We are all Britons" and "Bring forth the Holy Hand Grenade!" Since the movie had not plot, the show feels free to descend into wacky stagecraft (including a faux-Phantom exploding chandelier), goofy songs (they threw in "Always Look On The Bright Side of Life" from Life of Brian, which worked very well as a softshoe number), and lots of generally cheeky nonsense, complete with confetti cannons at the end and a tchotchke booth selling a Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog puppet. Nat even managed to snag two autographs after the show, woohoo! Highly recommended, unless you've never been to a Broadway show and never heard of Holy Grail and have no sense of humor whatsoever. (A)