I'd say they're differently awful. Limp Bizkit is in-your-face-bro douchebag who hits on your little sister, while Creed is more too-sincere-evangelical-sucking-both-Bono-and-Eddie Vedder's-dicks-at-once annoying.

Wes Borland always dresses like he thinks he's in Slipknot, for some reason. The saddest thing is that in some ways, he's probably the coolest member of the Bizkit - dude handbuilds his own guitars, for one. Still, unforgivable.

Don't go and Ikiruin it for everyone.

I haven't watched one complete episode since Tina Fey left. Because of the unwatchableness. And you misunderstand me - Seth Myers should be commended for doing pretty much the entire show in the same way that a drunken friend should be commended for eating a pound of cold bologna - begrudgingly.

Fair enough. What I should have said is, "a good enough writer to hang the entire show on for lack of Tina Fey."

He may be a good writer, but Myers' goddamn nasally voice makes me want to kill everyone. He makes Jimmy Fallon sound like Denzel Washington.

He's fairly angry still, in his way. When I saw him live three or four years ago, a guy started heckling him during one of his between-song spiels, saying something to the effect of, "We want you to play tunes, not talk about miners rights." Billy stared the guy down and said, "I didn't come here to play tunes, I came…

Fuck yeah, Jesus Lizard. Now there's a band.

Willie Nelson makes a reggae album. Snoop and Willie hang out while making this song:

For some reason (possibly because I hadn't seen Friday yet), I liked The Wash as a teenager, and I wasn't even getting high yet. However, its low point is undoubtably Snoop's (fairly graphic) sex scene, which is, to say the least, very creepily done.

This movie is amazing, and still makes me cry almost with joy. Additionally, wasn't familiar with the Bowie intro version (the VHS I had lacked it) until much later in life, and it has to improve on the movie in some twisted way.

The scene early on where he convinces his lady cousin or neighbor or someone to put his dick in their mouth by telling her it tastes like a lollipop made quite the vivid impression on my adolescence.

Thanks! I'll definitely check the McAuslan stuff out after I wear out my current fixation.

Gormless?

Speaking of great autobiographies that are probably bullshit, who here adored Chuck Barris' Confessions of a Dangerous Mind as much as I did as a thirteen-year-old (the movie wasn't terrible either)?

Anyone ever gotten into the Flashman books? Immersed in Royal Flash as we speak, a great swashbuckling whoremongering adventure.

Too true. And after all that, the video people remember these days of theirs is him doing the Lotus Flower dance.

I'd throw What Makes a Man Start Fires? into contention as a decent album of theirs. It has "Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs," one of their best. But Double Nickels is the motherfucker.

Love this band, love this documentary, love the scene in the movie where Watt tells you about how D. Boon fell out of a tree onto him, kickstarting their relationship.

Just checked that out, wow, my eyes are bleeding.