Extra points for the surprisingly emotional and accurate pep talk he gave Stan about managing his depression.

Now perhaps this will explain to me why all the French peasants singing 'Master of the House' have Cockney accents.

True. I'm hoping that we might also be seeing the end of the trilogy-for-a-trilogy's sake phenomenon in YA books. The first Hunger Games book was OK, but there was absolutely no need for the second and third to exist.

Now that this whole genre is done, can we also admit that the Hunger Games wasn't very good?

Any sense of slowness. It's not always necessary to go at it like your crotch/finger/mouth is a jackhammer, people.

There are no bottoms in the GOP. Just good family men with wide stances.

I'm partial to a couple of scoops of sweet pickle relish in addition to the standard mustard/ketchup combo. I like to think it's protecting me against scurvy.

And yet I always missed them when they began substituting those plastic slides that would build up enough static electricity to give you an almighty zap once you hit the ground.

Sounds exactly like my Dad's school playground. He told me that even as a five year old he would sit on the top of the monkey bars, looking at the six-foot drop to solid concrete, thinking "This seems ridiculously dangerous, but heck, I guess the grown-ups know what they're doing."

My local McDonalds had a play area with one of those spinning teacup type things. It was popularly known as 'The Vominator'.

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Huh, I completely forgot about that. I'm ashamed to say that I always think of her as 'that girl Rusty dated in European Vacation'.

This one: http://www.wtfpod.com/podca…

I watched a couple of latter-day episodes on a plane flight once. It was like bumping into your biggest childhood crush, only to discover they'd had a ton of terrible plastic surgery and married the school bully.

I'm beginning to question just how sane Gail Zappa was, if Dweezil is to be believed. That interview he did with Maron the other day was just brutal.

The complete fragmentation of the music industry probably has something to do with it. I couldn't tell you whose single is Number 1 right now, or even if there is still such a thing. I'm not sure the 'mainstream' is a meaningful concept anymore.

There's a similar battle going on amongst Frank Zappa's kids. It's depressing as hell.

True, but that was made at least a decade after this film is set, around the time that the invention of the bikini made showing off your midriff not such a big deal.

Pat's Unplugged guitar is in a museum at Seattle. Frankly, it looks so cheap and crappy you'd expect to be able to crank a handle on the side and play 'Pop Goes The Weasel'.

In a few months, there will be people driving around on learner's permits who weren't born when September 11th happened. It doesn't bear thinking about.