That's a good name for a band, actually -- The Tracksuit Bottoms. I think it's interesting that in the same (written) breath as telling me the British name for sweatpants comes the admonishment not to ever wear them outside the house. We have the same rule in the United States, but it is less strictly adhered to.
A better name for a band: Rabid Cow
Abe Frolman dies on death row.
The "Time to make the donuts" (a phrase I use pretty regularly) guy is also dead.
I was amused by this line in the spam e-mail I received today: "Presently I am living in Ghana as political asylum seekers in budubram refugees camp."
That's a hell of a nice refugee camp that has Internet access.
Victim? That kid is living the dream.