If I sell enough subscriptions to Grit, that transistor radio will soon be mine!

Also, you can read ebooks to kill time at work, when reading an actual book is out of the question. Not that I'd ever do that.

I find that after I read a digital book, I want to go buy a physical copy of the book and read it again…or have it on my shelves to refer to, or whatever. Like the reading experience is incomplete without the physical object. I don't feel that way about mp3s…once I've got the digital album, that's good enough for me.

This is why we need do-it-yourself cat surgery videos.

Ugh, I hate this distinction you make between the impatient meatheads who want action, and the more refined souls who want character development. On the one hand, what's wrong with action (or more broadly: plot, events, a story)? On the other hand, I'm not seeing any meaningful character development here. As others…

If my boss asked me to massacre the people in the office next door, mutilate my genitals, and sacrifice my firstborn as a fucked-up test of loyalty…I'd probably quit.

ALF

Back in 1994, my hatred for Forrest Gump was genuine, pure, and righteous. Please believe me when I say that I didn't hate it just to be cool.

Agreed, Almost Famous is not better than Gladiator…though it's still absurd that Gladiator won Best Picture (and Best Actor!) that year.

I liked Gladiator (as I like a zillion other dumb action flicks). I'd much rather watch it than The English Patient, Forrest Gump, Slumdog Millionaire, Titanic, or Crash…but you'd expect the Academy to slobber over these films. Gladiator's Best Picture Oscar seems like a weird mistake.

He was also, briefly, a follower of the philosopher Nitch.

I doubt these folks are just rolling the dice and hoping that somewhere out there, there's a video that'll satisfy a very specific "orange in ass" fetish. They're looking for stuff that actually exists…to me, that's more remarkable than the search terms.

When Hiro reverted to infancy (or whatever the fuck that was), I had to stop watching…it was just too painfully stupid.

I sat through Lace and Lace II just for Phoebe Cates.

"Did you give her the hot, wild affection?"
(= hot beef injection)

Dio was born in Portsmouth (but grew up elsewhere).

Unguent. I need unguent.

Everyone knows that NH is all about gay bikers, antiques, and johnny cakes.

Maybe you could volunteer to get your skull crushed at shows (perhaps, at a kiosk outside the venue), to channel the violence away from people who just want to watch the band. You'd get the satisfaction of keeping rock and roll alive…and the rest of us could listen to the band in peace. Win, win.

I make my own LEGOs out of hemp.