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Casharoni.

He even
LOOKS like Lou Reed now.

Relating to the animated Cat In The Hat: That was the first time I ever heard the word "credenza" and for years I just assumed it was one of those words Dr. Seuss made up.

AN F?
BUT THAT DOG HAS GLASSES AND A TIE OMG OMG OMG SO CUTE.

"June" by Unrest
Wistful guitar, glorious harmonies, peppy rhythm section, and these lyrics:

I agree. Been listening to this guy for more than 15 years now and on every album he still finds a way to surprise me.

Everything's coming up Millhauser!
Former professor of mine! Very nice guy. Still have not gotten around to reading this one. Looks like this is a good excuse to!

I understand why it's a "dark" film
The other day on my homepage it said "Megan Fox: 12 of your friends like this!" Then I blacked out and when I woke up I was covered in hobo blood.

Every few years I go through a very intense chess phase where I start memorizing openings, study old matches, play chessmaster incessantly. Then I remember the scene where Ben Kingsly first takes Joe Mantegna to that dank chess club with all of those asocial "Rain Man" types sitting there and basically says "If you

"Searching for Bobby Fischer" is crazy under-rated. I feel like I rally to its defense about every six months here. Folks, if you haven't seen it, bump it to the top of your Netflix.

The first song I heard by The Clientele was "Monday's Rain", as I was walking to work on a Monday in the rain. I just stopped in my tracks and stood there with the rain pouring down on me. I was floored, because aside from the obvious fact that it was raining on a Monday, the exact mood and lyrics of the song were

"a woman-hating temperament, which, in my opinion, is dangerous to women."
Yeah, I don't think that's your opinion, Ms. Allred. I think that's called "common sense."

And the answer is:
Bat blood = Fountain of youth

The ghost of Bon Scott would like a few howling, double entendre-laden words with you.

I love the man like a cool, slightly dangerous uncle
but if you are not willing to experience a certain medium, you are in no position to judge that medium.

Pain.

YOU GUYS, C'MON YOU GUYS, WHICH IS SHE?!?!? I'M FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS SO MUCH THAT MY FINGERS ARE SWELLING AND MY PROMISE RING HURTS.

I'm on Team Bene Gesserit. If you're not, you have to put your hand inside the box.

SO?!?!?
WHICH IS SHE!?!?!?

First you had to watch Jonah Hex, now this?
I'm looking forward to the Keith Phipps episode of "Dirty Jobs."