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I got to see an advance preview, which I showed up for two hours early because our passes obtained through the local Alt-Weekly stated that admission was not guaranteed and this was Tarantino and Stone, which I thought would totally sell out. I was wrong. The theater was only half-full, and the four girls in front of

All these journalism kids, and not one of the wants to work for Henry Hackett (Michael Keaton) in "The Paper"?

There's also one on Kauai named Pho Kauai. Which is hilarious if you pronounce everything correctly.

Can't be both "first" and "annual." Annual indicates that it has happened before. You mean inaugural.

My second band was forming right as the riot grrrl movement was gaining a stronghold in the Bay Area, to the point where people were being accusatory about sexism in order to get bands/people banned from Gilman Street. And we needed a name for our band. Our bass player, who just happened to be female, suggested "Idiot

Weller drinks in the bar I work at in Hawaii quite often. Actually, to be accurate, he drinks soda and smokes a cigar while the other producers from Hawaii 5-0 get hammered, listening to the house band. (who do a Soundgarden cover, by the way.)

I went and checked out the house in Bristol where they filmed the exterior scenes for The Young Ones.

This sounds so quaint now, but D.O.A. was one
of the first bands that got me into punk because I was trying to piss
off my Mom and my then church-going sister, and they were the first time
I heard a band say "fuck you," which I knew would make
them furious. They never made an album that was anywhere near as good
as

We could only figure out two chords.

We could only figure out two chords.

They're also dicks, and were long before they lost their punk roots. My band played with them at Gilman Street (which by the way, is still not in San Francisco), and they bitched so much about their cut at the door that I threw our cut in the singer's face and told him to shut the fuck up.

They're also dicks, and were long before they lost their punk roots. My band played with them at Gilman Street (which by the way, is still not in San Francisco), and they bitched so much about their cut at the door that I threw our cut in the singer's face and told him to shut the fuck up.

Except against grammar.

Except against grammar.

I would submit the hit tune from "Airheads." I kinda laughed my ass off when I realized their sure-fire smash was a glamrocked up version of Reagan Youth's "Degenerated."

I would submit the hit tune from "Airheads." I kinda laughed my ass off when I realized their sure-fire smash was a glamrocked up version of Reagan Youth's "Degenerated."

Glad someone else mentioned Daredevil. I've seriously considered the image from Issue #6 (Kevin Smith run/reboot) on my calf for years. I bought the T-shirt instead, which can adapt to my weight fluctuations.

I went to a journalism conference/competition for students a long time ago, and one of the speakers was a photojournalist who was there for Bud Dwyer. He described with relish how he knew something was going to happen, and how he leaped from his seat just before the gun even came out and started taking pictures,

I enjoyed both Super and Kick-Ass, and think Bobcat is great as a comic (you can't hear me, but I provided the intro to his joke about The Matrix, on the "I Don't Mean to Insult You, but You Look Like Bobcat Goldthwait" live album because he asked us as an audience if we had seen the sequels and we all said no. He

I saw her at the width of her career about 12 years back. The lights went down and they used a golf cart with a cab on the back to bring her out, and then she sang the entire set on a bench because she was too fat to stand, kinda like Jabba the Hutt. And she was awesome.