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God damnit, Riff! Put an earworm warning on that kind of post. Now you've given it to me.

The moral of "The Story of Do Not Touch Willie":

* an overwhelming . . .

The reasons why I should not be on the internet are many and varied. A photoshopped baby is neither first nor last. Nor is it first or last on the list of things giving me angst. I attribute that to a postmodern worldview, too much education, and overwhelming array of options, and the other poor-poor-pitiful-me…

And you're right about the French. It's a formal second person imperative, not an infinitive.

Seriously, Shredder, lots of people have put up new avatars lately, but yours is by far the freakiest. I tried to refrain, but I've got to agree with PW on this. Please, man, I come to the AVC to relieve my daily angst, not get more.

Dispensers of Purell hand sanitizer magically appeared all over my building this week. Thanks for keeping us safe, guys.

That tornado loves him.

I think Alan Parker, not Oliver Stone directed Midnight Express (imdb will back me up on this). I'll confess not having seen Talk Radio, so cannot make an informed judgment on that film. I'll add it to my Netflix queue because of of AVC commenter approval. The remainder of my comment stands.

I'm not familiar with Stroh, magnus, though I consider myself something of a rum aficionado. I shall have to seek it out to add to my collection (19 different bottles at present). Thanks for the tip.

JVS, that link is brilliant. And I can already tell that it will be stuck in my head for days.

Terrible idea, Kills Owl. Alcohol is a peripheral vaso-dilator, so while you may feel warmer, you're actually diverting blood away from critical areas like torso and brain into expendable areas like fingers and toes. This will lead to hypothermia and death a lot faster than cold tootsies will. Stick with movies…

Not sure I needed that
I saw Wall Street with my family in a theatre on Christmas Day (hey, we had finished opening presents). I enjoyed the movie, and think that Wall Street and Platoon are the only worthwhile Stone movies. But I don't need to see an aging Michael Douglas and an actor I hate in a rehash of the most…

Partridge and THRILLHO have identified the true beauty of the flask, which is getting booze into places where it would otherwise be absent or grossly overpriced. I like filling mine with bourbon, going to the movies, and buying a big Coke. Pour 1/3 of the Coke under the seat in front of me, add bourbon; it's like a…

King Bastard FTW.

That "Jesus, Tom . . ." is my favorite line in Miller's Crossing. He sounds so surprised and hurt, not physically hurt, but emotionally, like Byrne hurt his feelings by fighting back. The delivery is just perfect.

I have a flask that I received as a gift many years ago. I have used it often. Being stainless steel, it doesn't hold odor or taste, so as soon as I've finished the bourbon I put in it, I can refill it with rum or scotch or vanilla extract (hey, whatever works) without fear of any lingering aftertaste.

Large tumblers of scotch make everything better.

I'd have gone with: