No one can keep up with Amelie's hating.

Or the one where the Lady-Jerry from Seinfeld tries to run away from her husband who looks like Billy Joel's evil twin.

That post made absolutely no fucking sense and I apologize.

I think it's more about how he presents his viewpoints than his viewpoints themselves that make people dislike him.

I took my 73 year old father to a Parliament Funkadelic concert last year and it was the best night of my life.

I don't know why his lyrics don't do anything for me. They just don't. I understand why people love them and why he's so significant and whatnot. I'm not going to say that he's a bad lyricist because, well, he ISN'T. He writes far better than I could, and I understand that. I just don't like them. I guess I'd just…

To be fair (I've slept so I feel better now), the idea of Bob Dylan killing someone with a guitar sounds fucking awesome and I want to see it.

Man, I sound angry. I apologize, for it is very very early in the morning and I am cranky. My dislike of Bob Dylan actually doesn't come up that much.

"I hated Lady in the Water, but that said, I don't really think you can dissect it so finely to criticize the cereal-reading boy."

Although, to be fair, at least the Velvet Underground had one good song (Venus in Furs) and started the noise genre with "Sister Ray".

It is here that I will loudly declare that I fucking hate Bob Dylan. And all of the blathering praise that is heaped upon him only makes my hatred more intense.

I still don't understand what the FUCK was up with the kid who deciphered hidden messages in cereal boxes. It's just like "whoo, this kid is magic!" but there's no explanation or hint as to what the hell he's actually doing.

What is WITH you people and your famous names?!

My old high school did Footloose as a spring musical.

I've never seen Stewardess School, but it sounds like it only pops up at horrible moments in a person's life. In a way, that's good for it means that my life has been peachy thus far. On the other hand, I'm always going to be looking nervously at the TV listings praying for Stewardess School to never come…for when it…

Big McLargeHuge?

God, my brother loved Surge. Sadly, because we were both children at the time, my mother did not allow it in the house. Which was probably a good idea. My dad though, being awesome, would sneak my brother a can every now and again until it finally disappeared.

Ah, Vanilla Coke. It tasted of sweet, sweet, delicious diabetes.

Eh, Ina Garten(?) is okay. She's a better chef than Rachel Ray, et al.

He's my favorite person in the whole wide world. Merzbow comes second if you're curious.