Chip: "The policy raises fascinating questions about our definitions of 'public' and 'private.' Sure, when the city wants the snow to be cleared, it's MY sidewalk. But when I want to set out a bear trap, baited with PBR, to catch some of the pesky neighborhood hipsters, it's suddenly 'public' property again. Can someone explain this to me?"
Richard: "Being a non-sidewalk-owning apartment dweller, I love the new policy, and have had a lot of fun ratting out my enemies and watching them get ticketed."
If you're a Larryville hippie, you've likely spent most of the week smoking up (possibly with K2) and listening to the Flaming Lips' track-by-track "reimagining" of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon (perhaps while watching Wizard of Oz).
The Pitch's Jason Harper offers a fun review:
"There's a bit too much reliance on frog-fart fuzz bass ("Money" is downright flatulent), but because the Flaming Lips are masters of psychedelic inversion, there are few moments that don't live up to the promise of a blissfully whacked-out trip. Try not to knock over the bong when screams blast through the freakish climax of "Great Gig in the Sky."
Chip: "What's a bong?"