This is a very real possibility. But it's much less dramatic, so I'm gonna stick with repressed memory syndrome.

I have a clear memory of my 10-year old self being very excited to see the Star Wars Holiday special, then… the memory goes blank. I cannot access that section of my past. It's like a giant section of my childhood memories has been traumatically erased. Even now that I have prodded that area with viewings of my…

Hey! Yeah! The "Point!" I've seen "The Point", just a few months ago, on 16mm film. (I go to these regular screenings of "look what we found on e-Bay" collections.) It was quite… groovy.

Alvin and the Chipmunks XXI: Electric Boogachip (based on the novel Push by Sapphire)

I feel like I should read something first before replying, but I THINK no one won that war. It just kinda stopped.

Oh my God! You killed Baney! You bastards!

"Mpph. Mmmpfffleb. Rawr."

I can affirm that raspberries perch very easily on nipples. I am willing to sign an affidavit to that effect.

Yeah… flashing back to my years in a Pentecostal school (that my atheist parents sent me to for a laugh, and because it was right next to our house).

I put my fancy pants on and watched a well-crafted, haunting, intelligent documentary from Chile called "Nostalgia for the Light."

I haven't watched this yet, but apparently "Prostitute in Red and Black" is a friend of a friend, according to statements made on Facebook.

Okay, now that I've seen it: all the cuteness of the cats was undone by the hideous grimace of the Humpty Dumpty thing. Wow. I had a hard time looking at that character and it was all through the movie. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the egg man squeezed into some sort of tight-fitting gold leather…

I watched all the Oceans 11 through 13. I hadn't seen 12, as I heard at the time that it was disappointing, but nah. I liked it just fine. Also saw "Out of Sight". Now that's a good movie. So I had a big Clooney/Soderburgh (and Don Cheadle) fest.

That cat clock was not the cat clock from the pilot. Hmph.

Man, I live in freaking Toronto and this movie isn't playing. Why do they hate Canada?!?!

No one's said The Italian Job yet, so I'm gonna go with that. Or maybe that ending is too hilarious and perfect to be 'unhappy'.

We got tons of perogis in Toronto. But just try and find a donair. I don't want some feeble little gyro, I want a big honking donair! Like in Halifax or St. John's!

I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire!
(no, really, I wouldn't. It'd just make things worse.)

Yeah, this photo is taken from far West on Lakeshore. The Dome is hidden by buildings from this view.

EDIT: "quadrangle of Bennys, Berles, Buttons…" should read "TRIANGLE of…"