Ms. Boyle has overcome the twin handicaps of frumpiness and redundant titling.

The Hot Carl diet.

Dementia has never been an impediment to metal-making.

I'd start with Nighthawks at the Diner and then get into Rain Dogs, and then Bone Machine. Kind of sums up the first 20 years or so of his music.

Now that that has been cleared up, what happened to Prison Wine?

It's better than the photo of Whoopi Goldberg bathing in milk.

Booze. Living in a boring shithole town with nothing to do. Drunk friends.

"AV Club circles." Is that like "shoot the cookie"?

If They Might Be Giants is not quirky, then nothing is quirky. Just because the word has acquired negative connotations from overuse does not mean it does not accurately describe the quirky, quirky music of this band. Good band, though.

When I saw that it was a video game apparrently named "junk shooter," I kind of got my hopes up. But no.

On Fresh Air, an interviewer asked Gilliam how much he and Terry Jones debated over the amount of blood to have spurting from the Black Knight's stumps in Holy Grail. His reply was basically, "Well, we didn't talk that much about it. We just wanted a lot of blood." Also, the members of the audience he watched the…

Also, I guess someone is required to say: in Soviet Russia, oyster mushrooms grow YOU in toilet.

Thanks, stza! Just last night, my wife was discussing the possibility of home-growing oyster mushrooms, since oysters require only straw and not horse shit or rotting birch branches. I will suggest growing them in "the toilet."

Here's my meta-comment about comments on comment threads.

The sad thing is that mushrooms ARE interesting, and huting for certain kinds can be a rewarding, if not thrilling, experiance. Maybe not every interesting thing deserves to have a movie. But I bet there is a good movie to be made, not about some fucking hippies at a festival, but about the folks who camp out in the…

Night Moves is tits, but it's the old, diseased tits of a worn-out whore.

Or the differently-strengthened.

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How about Marmaduke of Earl?

*Throws huge gob of dog-slobber into air with jerk of head. Opens mouth, catches gob.*