Imperfections? 35mm film is beautiful. I guess you're talking about hairs and scratches and all the other junk people like to think is part of film projection, but that's not integrally a part of the medium, just a charming sidebar.

It all comes down to whether you've matured at all since you were twelve. If so, give it another shot. If not, you've got bigger problems than risking boredom.

I'd forgotten that Ray D. Tutto was in the movie, but there he is all over the trailer.

It was a week-end resplendent with coincidence.

I assumed it was an adaptation of this fine novel:

Oh, Harlan Ellison put plenty of thought into it.

No, he gets to be an asshole because of the secret shame he carries with him: his hot guitar licks were actually stolen from a white suburban time-traveling teenager.

And "Blood on Satan's Claw" was making fun of "Witchfinder General."

The VERY BEST rock documentary I've ever seen is "A Poem About a Naked Person," Les Blank's movie about Leon Russell. The only way you can see this is if Les Blank screens it for you personally, and that's how I saw it. Russell decided that he didn't actually want to be in the movie after all, which left Blank trying…

You put a rubber on the football so it doesn't contaminate the food. That's my understanding of American Thanksgiving anyway. Also something about buckled hats.

I read Will's story, but wasn't sure what the inappropriate thing his daughter said was. Anyway, I think there's no problem showing your kids The Simpsons. Unless of course it gives them some idea that it's actually okay to question authority.

I thought only Bob was gay. Anyway, it hardly matters - you're right, a Hüsker Dü doc would be just the ticket.

There's a pretty good documentary about the Holy Modal Rounders. Old crazy acid-damaged hippies: nothing more entertaining. Plus, the NYC folk scene in the early 60s, which is always great to read or hear about.

Dan Cleveland sounds like what he really wanted to do was put together the Gas Station Dogs.

Can we just utterly ignore it? It's been working for me so far.

And that lady beside her is a Log Lady-in-training if ever I saw one. I'm sure before too long she'll be wearing plastic bags on her feet.

WE"LL ALL BE EXPERTS SOON ENOUGH WHEN THEY PARACHUTE ONTO OUR SCHOOLYARDS AND PUT US ALL IN REEDUCATION DRIVE-INS.

No doubt. I have the soundtrack album, but I've never seen the movie. Though I did see the trailer, and I think it had, or heavily suggested, the Breasts of the North.

What do you suppose Dr. Francis B. Gross is up to these days?

Do you hear that, Smithers? Gabbo is coming!