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Here's a dollar. Now dance, monkey, dance!

If they fail: that's stupid.
If they succeed: that's horrifying.

Mecharaccoonosaurus

I think of this as a (classic) Doctor Who pattern, rather than a Lost thing. Group A gets captured by the Daleks…Group B goes after them, but are captured, while at the same time, Group A escapes, so now they've gotta rescue Group B, and so on. It's frustrating, and boring, since it's plainly a way to stretch a thin

I thought that (a) everybody has the zombie virus, and turns into a zombie after death, and (b) a zombie bite will hasten process (a), because they've got other nasty undead diseases in their systems, which will kill you quickly (but have nothing to do with zombification).* Does that mean that eating Bob (rather than

Maybe everyone would behave themselves if there were a blue police box on every corner.

The appearance of the sister threw me off. Couldn't tell if it was (a) here's the missing sister…everything's back to normal, story complete, or (b) the sister is back, and there's something weird about her…more next week, maybe?

Note the Chick comic, perpetuating the myth that Satanists want to kill your children with candy. (Will the Christian lady save the kids in time? I won't spoil it.)

If anyone could make those stenciled shirts that the Clash used to wear, it's Martha Stewart.

♫I'm so bo-o-ored with plain old cupcakes♫

I read somewhere (Straight Dope?) that there has never been a case of evil fuckers poisoning random kids with Halloween candy. Not even one. Though there are one or two cases of kids being poisoned by their own parents.

There's cheap, and there's cheap. Like the classic bedsheet ghost costume, or the hobo. One year I made a guitar out of cardboard, put a cool headband on, and went as a rock n roller. (The "cool headband" was meant to evoke Springsteen, or maybe Mark Knopfler…can't remember.)

I want to hear the bullies' side of the story. Maybe you were just an awful, awful kid.

I grew up in NH. The only native celebrities I met (for two seconds) were rancid politicians like Bob Smith and John Sununu. And Dick Swett (tee hee).

I've only been to two sci-fi/comics conventions, both circa 8th grade. I got autographs from Patrick Troughton, Peter Davison, and Walter Koenig. I also got Walt Simonson to sign a bunch of Thors AND issues of his Battlestar Galactica series (normally those would be worth 10 cents each…with the autographs, maybe 12

Before I took the GREs (general + subject), I tried a few practice tests. I bombed because I was out of practice with this sort of thing. Then I read a Princeton Review book or two, learned a lot of neat little tricks, and in a week or two, I was getting great scores. So, either I magically got wicked smart in the

Ladies love hearing, "you are moderately smoking hot."

Not a big fan of America…but the United States of America (experimental hippie rock, ca. 1968) is pretty good.

Agreed. There aren't many other bands like that, where I'm psyched to listen to their really late work, 30 years after they started, because it's consistently cool and interesting.

Paradoxically, that joke about Sonic Youth is even older than the band.