It may be the prescription drugs but that whole article rushed by like the inarticulate gabble of an overexcited schoolgirl.

Their heads seem unusually large, like they've been photoshopped onto kids' bodies.

Well, this is distraughtening.

The glop-fucking scene will be Oscar material.

"Hey lady, leave that poor octopus alone."

Vale, Vale.

I'm cautiously optimistic about this movie. The Hendrix estate has a good record in preserving his legacy.

The Star-Spangled Boner.

THANKS, YOKO!

I'm sure he'll live to sing another day.

Enough time for a few more choruses of Hey Jude! *thumbs up*

Classic Paul.

Wrong Beatle.

I HAVE NO GUTS AND I MUST POOP

I retweeted it. Because I hate people.

Ho! Ho! Who ees ze cheese-eating surrender monkays now, salopes ricains?

I'm getting Conrad Poohs as Gwyneth Paltrow in 7even.

Tom Gordon smiles. "You have a good memory, sweetheart."

I don't think anyone could top Gregory Peck's unflinching portrayal.

Why is it always Hitler? Just once I'd like to see someone plant one on Wilhelm Frick. Hate that guy.