Yep, that Unearthly Trance and the Father Befouled sounded pretty good. Good for L. Pierce for listening to readers. Good good good. Good night.

when I was four, I got a little Tazmanian Devil comic book with a pair of shoes. And then I set the comic book on fire and left it on my babysitter's carpet and almost burned her house down.

Miller 218: When I heard "Darling Nikki" in the 80's and how she was masturbating with a magazine, I thought, that would hurt! And all the pages would get ripped and stuck up in there!

Shaaaaaaaame. Just kidding.

You waited until the day of to tell the band your request? Shame. I hope you fed them well, at least.

This was one of the best interviews the AV Club has published. Good job.

So Mad Max can make a movie showing evil Jews torturing Christ, but some movie satirizing Scientologists can't get made? So who is more powerful in Hollywood? Jews or Scientologists?

No, he can't.

Sesame Street before they got all the characters with high squeaky voices. I'm sure that all these new characters and their voices are based on some solid research about kids reacting more positively to goddamned high sqeaky voices. But, especially when two or more of these characters are sqeaking at each other, it…

"unconsciously"

Maybe he has asthma. He keeps uncosciously complaining about not having enough air or the air being locked away.

The only thing mentioned in this index that I HAD heard of was The American.

There was an excerpt of this book in the September (?) Harper's, and it, indeed, effectively conveyed a sense of soul-crushing tedium. A super-awkward breaktime conversation that went nonsensically nowhere. I'm not sure I could weather a whole book full of it.

The argument I have read is that Peanuts started to suck when Snoopy started to walk on his hind legs. After that it was a cute animal strip rather than an emotionally honest account of human cruelty and failure. Or something. Although I read Bill Watterson saying something to the effect that Snoopy's dreamy fantasy…

The ticket price is worth it just for the weeping in a thicket.

More like Six Inches Under.

Wait! HIPSTER!

OOh! A mystery "H" word!

When I drove cab, a dude, a Greyhound driver, gave me a bootleg copy of that movie with the demon with his horn sawed off as a tip.

Yeah, I'm with Pinkney. This column is plenty deep already.