I went through a phase where I came up with anagrams for my classmates. My best friend was Scummy Crotch.

Pauline Kael died eight days before 9/11. What terror awaits us eight days from now?

The NPR story on "favorite prequels" was depressing enough before they interrupted to mention Ebert had died.

Why couldn't it have been Roeper instead?

She can stick her hand up my butt any day of the week.

Noggers are delicious. I've always wondered why you don't see them stateside.

That wasn't all bad. If I remember correctly Bon Jovi gets decapitated.

No, cat. Clarky cat. The stuff you chew.

You could make a case for "It is what it is" being coined by Rumi in the 13th century.

I'd prefer some clarky cat.

Some of us tick all three boxes.

I went to high school with a Jefferson Davis.

I had a boss named James Brown. He was neither black or proud.

I know. I'd just never heard it used the way that guy did until well into the 2000s.

At least clit guy didn't feel as anachronistic as "chill" guy last week.

I like that you call him Stanley Brakhage.

Something something Bad Manchu Fucker.

Weren't they also on some Charlie Brooker panel show a few years ago as well? You Have Been Watching, or something of that nature?

I thought it was Dean Norris in the picture.

"The Holy Bible" is one of those albums that I loved when I was 15 that I still love now. Shame about everything after "Everything Must Go" though.