Say, that gives me an idea for a business model!

Yay. A firstie.

AZIZ! LIGHT!
::mutters:: Aziz, light . . .

"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"

Green Eggs and Spam, sorry for the dry heaves. Want some salt pork to take the taste out of your mouth?

Swiggers—yeah, I heard that story too. More memorable is the time she kicked him in the balls onstage about midway through that tour.

Preparation Heche, his early Cerebus writing is good to excellent, sometimes veering into brilliant. Once he started veering into Wacky-land his writing suffered. But his characters always remained brilliant.

There's a bullwhip joke in there somewhere . . .

Clam up, willya?

God dammit, now I want to go watch that movie.

TomWaits, thanks! And yes, that's someone's p-shop rendition of Anne.

I always thought Bjork was sweet, but she's become a little tartar over the years.

But it was a good chance for Bjork to show off her vocal mussels.

When the trailer was originally posted here I showed it to my wife, a children's librarian, that night. Her response was a surprised, pleased smile. You're damned right we're going to see this.

Hipster douchebags just pretend to like J. M. Barrie to show off their indie cred.

They sang a capella because they couldn't afford a piano tuna.

My friend Marlin really wanted to see this show.

ZING!

RRRBERR!

But he's a SYMBOL, you see, for this CULTURE OF DEATH we've created all around ourselves, and he requires LOVE to lift him up out of his moral and ethical decay to a higher, more spiritual plane of existence! Love like the love of Jesus!