Surf rock
It's just a coincidence that I've been discovering a lot of surf rock as summer gets closer, but I'm lovin' a lot of third-wave surf stuff. Laika and the Cosmonauts ("Turquoise" in particular is absolutely beautiful), The Blue Hawaiians, Los Straitjackets, and in particular The Bambi Molesters, whose song…

mmm, Budos Band. That's some mighty fine desert funk right there. Their songs always seem to evoke a hot (temperature-wise) night.

Regardless of its actual quality, just having the Gerund+Noun structure makes me about 1700 times less likely to give a movie or song a fair shake. There's just something so lazy about it that seems to speak to me, saying, "You didn't bother trying. Why should I?"

@Kid Pika
Diane Keaton should be embarrassed, she was easily the worst thing about that movie. The shrill ignorant shrew type does not wear well on her at all.

Yeah, this was really great. Comparable to Josh Fruhlinger's (the Comics Curmudgeon, recently name-dropped on this very site) account of his appearance on Jeopardy.

The part where he revved the Taurus and the lady instantly became nine months pregnant was my favorite joke of the night.

If you honestly think you need to be stoned or otherwise mind-altered to enjoy jam bands, it's obvious you're just buying into stereotypes and not operating on any independent plane of thought. I don't care for DMB myself, but Christ, get over yourselves. There are many other bands and artists far more worthy of one's…

There was a Christian knockoff named Rupert who appeared in various Bible scenes. He also had a bluebird pal that you could find too.

Oh, KaBLAM. Because of you, I still say "ouchies!" like the Flesh when I suffer a minor injury.

My brother and I inexplicably watched this on a regular basis during the summer when school was out. It came on around 2:00 every day and there wasn't anything else on (didn't have cable in those days). To this day, I still occasionally burst out with "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, B1?" "I think I am, B2!" "It's…

Boohbah is nuttier than a squirrel turd. When they're not bouncing around dry-humping each other, a guy named Mr. Man is doing something stupid like sitting in a puddle of ketchup. To think PBS aired it during an otherwise at least marginally educational morning block.

Everyone except Otto E. Roddick, hang your heads in shame, for you have placed a period in the good name of Dr Pepper where there is none.

That sounds really familiar …. I want to say it's a Kia dealership but I don't know which one, and I can't even say for certain that it's a Kia dealer.

Raise the flag! Raise the flag! Get ready for a little more Pancho's Mexican Buffet!

I knew I would get to a good D/FW thread eventually, seeing as how quite a few AV Clubbers (myself included) hail from there.

Oh man, Jim Adler, THE TEXAS HAMMER. I'm surprised he hasn't had a heart attack by now. It's also been fun watching Brian Loncar steadily gain weight over the years, and I love Weldon Grisham, the leather-skinned monotone lawyer. He couldn't be less like Jim Adler.

John Lasseter hates … SO MUCH about the things Pete Docter chooses to be.

I liked the mission in Judgment Rites where Spock points out that "to boldly go" is a split infinitive, and that the correct expression would be "to go boldly".

Four different people thought the title was Greek Love when they asked what I was reading. Reminded me why I rarely share anything with anybody.

Wasted opportunity
I know we all piss our pants over The Wire around here, but how can you make a Punch-Out commercial and not cast Reginald VelJohnson as Doc Louis? I highly doubt he's doing anything else right now. Whoever totally shat the bed on this casting dream of mine, I'm very disappointed in you right now.