Don't you speak ill of JDR!

I love June!

Nearly all of my close friends LOVE Tim & Eric - I cannot wrap my mind around their comedy. Like, I get cringe comedy, and even found some of the Dr. Steve Brule stuff (kind of) funny, but it just seems like their schtick is so thin. I don't know, I don't want to shit on their stuff and be a curmudgeonly buzzkill, but…

Toby Jones or gtfo.

I ran into Jon Gosselin at the District Magistrate in Fleetwood, Pa, their hometown, once. He was wearing a way too tight Ed Hardy shirt and reeked of Axe Body Spray. I never met a person that I immediately wanted to viciously beat in such a short period of time.

I've been with the same woman for 7 years, and while I don't think that I should say "fuck it" and be some slob, cheap undies seem to be fine for the most part. I've just never had expensive drawers, so I want to give them a shot.

I wish I could have experienced Disney at Halloween as a child. Because it's pretty fucking awesome as an adult.

"It's a beige thing." - Amelie Gillette

Judging by how many of them I see working at our local Gamestop/ "radical" BMX bike shop, I'd say at least two dozen.

Man, a lot of thirty year olds, who still live at home with their parents in their KoRn poster wallpapered teenage bedrooms and rock the bleached blond hair, giant wallet chains, and JNCOS look are going to be fucking stoked…

Hey guys, I don't know if you heard, but…

The flyover states are full of fahkin retahds.

Thanks! I still can't do math. But, I'm a reporter so it doesn't matter.

…which will probably be more violent and gory than his horror films.

"Now you're playing with power!"

SAMHAIN on the blackboard in the school is pretty much as far as it goes though, if I remember correctly.

Oh man, listening to that tonight!

I know that everyone loves Carpenter's theme, but I just need to posit that it's possibly one of the best scores ever and it's done by the director on a fucking synthesizer. When that lower end bummmmm bummmmmmm kicks in under the doo doo doo da doo doo doo, it evokes such a sense of dread.

I was hit by a car while riding a bicycle the day before going to see H2O in the theater. I had a really bad concussion, so by the time I actually watched it, I had been up for forty-eight hours drinking Capri-Sun packets and had a head injury. All I remember is not understanding the plot at all and being worried that…

I think Halloween III is one of those films of a very particular time and place where the atmosphere and general insanity of the plot make it all the more creepy. It's one of those late-70's/early-80's films that feels like it shouldn't exist, and that fact that it does is, in itself, unsettling.