My Apollo High school yearbook from 1989, "Splash of Spirit," includes superlatives such as "Cutest," "Smartest," "Funniest" and "Most Likely to Succeed." I was unofficially known as "most likely to not show up on any list." Unless it was a list of most likely to be forgotten. But most of the yearbook is pretty forgettable. Not like the junior high yearbook that includes a ranking of students most likely to set fire to the prime minister's official residence. Maybe that doesn't sound like something that should be in a yearbook. But hey, it was done under the guidance of a teacher .

For a really memorable funeral, hire a stripper. It's what one man would've wanted, according to his son. His son, Cai Ruigong, told the newspaper that he had paid more than $170 for the stripper to dance around the coffin at the funeral.

Friday is here again, so it's time for another '80s Flashback. Before a word from our sponsor, here are the recent '80s Flashbacks: '80s Flashback: Jim and Tammy Faye '80s Flashback: Avoid the noid '80s Flashback: Mary Lou Retton '80s Flashback: One night in Bangkok '80s Flashback: Adams Atoms '80s Flashback: Don't you forget about me OK. This week's flashback is brought to you by the How to Win at Pac-Man strategy guide that everyone wanted to see back in the early '80s. It showed you the patterns that would keep you playing the game until your feet went numb. ( It's currently available at eBay ). Here's the flashback: No, it's not starting yet. Psyche! That last word is the flashback. Did you ever say "psyche" when you were a dorky '80s youngster like I was? It went something like this ... Hey Joe, have a soda. Psyche! (and then you pull away the soda) Man, I was so cool in the 80s. I usually include a link to

My wife is very afraid of spiders and cockroaches. Most kinds of insects, really. That gives me the opportunity to be Mr. Brave when a creepy crawly gets in the house. I can also reach things on high shelves. So those are real two positives to having me as a husband. But back to Mr. Brave. I feel comfortable taking on insects, and I might even be OK against a small rodent. But against something larger, such as a crocodile, even my wish to protect my family might not give me enough bravery. But in the event of an emergency involving a crocodile, I at least know what I should do: Poke it in the eyes.

Hillary Clinton is Rocky Balboa. That's what she said Tuesday: "Let me tell you something, when it comes to finishing a fight, Rocky and I have a lot in common. I never quit. I never give up. And neither do the American people," Clinton said. The "and neither do the American people" is the part I love. Whether it's a Barack Obama, John McCain or Clinton speech, a cheesy line like that always is part of the big finish. But maybe Hillary will be like Rocky. Maybe Obama's delegate lead is just like those fake punches that Rocky endures in the early rounds of his unbelieveably exciting title fights. Now all we need is for Obama to step up to Rocky and give the Ivan Drago statement, "I must break you." Clinton can come back with, "Go for it." And then the ghost of Mickey the trainer will yell, "You can't win Hillary. This guy will kill you to death in three rounds!" Add a song like "Eye of the Tiger" and we'

This is just plain scary: A group of third-graders plotted to attack their teacher, bringing a broken steak knife, handcuffs, duct tape and other items for the job and assigning children tasks including covering the windows and cleaning up afterward, police said Tuesday. Third graders!

To make sure the Olympics are a fair competition, competitors will be tested for steroids and amphetamines. But what about other potential performance-enhancers? Don't worry, China is all over it. So no athlete will get an advantage from turtle blood, angelica root portions or deer penis . Jose Canseco was unavailable for comment.

I feel bad for anyone who loses a job. But I just read a story about a couple who lost their jobs after working for subprime lenders . They talk about having to cut back now that they have huge debts and no income. Check out this passage: They've made cutbacks: trading in Kent's Corvette for a Suburban and getting rid of the gardener. So, you have no income and you're cutting back to a Suburban? Why would they drive around a monster vehicle that devours expensive gas? Here's one thought: Because people refuse to live within their financial means. Even former financial professionals who should know when things don't add up.

OK, everyone! We need to stop all this cheating and plagiarizing by college stidents. So what should we do? Well, let's create an honor code and have students sign it. Does anyone want to write it? No need for that. We'll just plagiarize another honor code.

It's April Fool's Day 2008. So what was happening 10 years ago today? Well, Burger King published a full page advertisement in USA Today announcing the introduction of the "Left-Handed Whopper." As a lefty, I was thrilled. Thrilled to be part of what was obviously a joke. But on April 2, Burger King issued a release confirming the hoax because thousands of customers had requested the burger. Apparently, some people also requested their own right-handed version.

A 21-year-old man was arrested Thursday morning on suspicion of illegally burning various household items in the middle of the street. Yeah, that's a little strange. But not as strange as the reason. When asked what he was doing, the man said he was starting a movement. A police officer asked him what the movement was about, and he said it was "for what he believes in." So what does he believe in? "Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen and Toby Keith." Watch out Mary-Kate, Ashley and Toby. This guy has a burning passion.

OK, not really. But I don't think it was a worse idea than Cavemen . Anyway, as most of the TV shows return now from the writer's strike, I thought it would be fun to look back at one show that needed a lot more than writers. It needed a different concept. But after this song, I'm sure the officers were going to be really careful out there.

By MATT WIXON When you drop a hundred grand or two on a new house, you can bet that a warranty or guarantee is included. The same goes for the $20,000 you pay for a new car. Even amazing television products, usually available for three easy payments of $19.95, have money-back guarantees. So what guarantee is offered when you spend a small fortune on a college degree? A 10-year warranty on structural damage to your career? A guarantee that you'll get a job within three years or 30,000 miles? Nope. The only guarantee is that in six months, even if you've moved four times and left no forwarding address, a letter will arrive for you that begins, "Dear former student, your continued financial contribution is essential ..." No wonder college students spend so much time choosing, and then changing, their majors. They want their degrees to pay off after graduation, so that their four or five -- or in the case of my former college buddy -- eight years in college won't be a