Subjected to the light of day, Sarah Palin doesn't look like a maverick at all.
Exposing a construction-site scam only a San Francisco cop could love.
Ronald Taylor is one of perhaps hundreds of innocent people Harris County has put in prison.
Sloppy U.S. government paperwork is putting the lives of asylum seekers at risk.
Meanwhile, in the smoking lounge, Jack Black watches "Quivers Homo"'s hasty retreat with delicious mirth. Jack laughs so hard and long that he squeezes out a steamy gravy fart that ruins yet another pair of Chewbacca Underoos. Unconcerned with his latest accident, he continues trying to come up with a bad-ass name for his new Dungeons & Dragons character, a half-orc cleric/assassin. Once again he settles on "Dio" and reassures himself that someday the world will bow down before the might of his creative genius.
Thirteen years later, the two cross paths again at the St. Charles Family Arena. Now Rivers is a dreamy pop idol fronting Weezer (pictured), and Jack is a quasi-rock star (Tenacious D) who dabbles in film. Inside each man remains the awkward nerd still trying to recover from the four-year sentence that is the American high school. The crowd loves them, the media adores them, but still, after the show, both men will head back to the hotel with the same date they had in high school: faithful, beloved Right Hand Rosie. Tonight, just like every night, no nerd gets laid.