Oh, I'm here. Holy crap, you guys! I don't even know what to say. I fucking adore Joe Strummer, enough to have his face tattooed on my shoulder…and Julie is pretty much my perfect woman…. It's like Coolest Chick in the World meets Coolest Dude Ever! Is there any way I'm not going to be completely disappointed?!

What the hell is that tattoo? At first glance I thought it was Elvis's* hair and sideburns. Then I thought it was pi. Is it a Hebrew letter?

"And, you know, a punk—the opposite of what bands like Rush were supposed to be all about."

"V" is a voiced labiodental fricative, while the "th" in "the" (IPA symbol ð) is a voiced interdental fricative, so yes, they are very close in place of articulation and identical in voicing and manner of articulation.

I've hypothesized that no matter how real or realistic a TV accent may be, someone will ALWAYS complain that it sounds terrible or fake.

I disagree (I think her face is too square), but I'm happy to see someone correctly say "stone fox" instead of "stone cold fox". Because that's not the expression, people.

Everyone pretend I made a funny joke about wanting lesbian Alyson Hannigan to top me. I have a sinus headache and can't think.

Just yesterday some friends and I were making a list of songs about
masturbation. It amazes me that some people STILL don't realize that
that's what "She Bop" was about.

The band I was in during the late '80s/early '90s was managed for a time by the same guy who managed Robert Hazard. I remember sitting in his office and staring at the gold record for "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". Closest I ever got to one of those things, that's for damn sure.

I almost picked it up at a used record store once…I guess it's worth it if I ever see it again?

Lester's films render all other adaptations of the novel superfluous. They are awesome in every way. Add up every actor from every other version and they still wouldn't equal one Oliver Reed.

Significant Others. She definitely caught my eye on that show, and I'm always happy to see her turn up.

True story: on Sunday night I watched three episodes of Felicity on Netflix and then listened to So Tonight That I Might See. It was like mainlining the nineties.

Some poor phrasing on my part there…to clarify, I meant to speak only of my own experience and history, not make a sweeping generalization about every LGBT person on earth. So I'll stand by my statement, while conceding your larger point.

I think the "fragile, delicate flower" thing is more about being a teenager than being gay. Indeed, LGBT folks are some of the strongest and most resilient people I know. Myself included.

I find Gaga's shtick beyond boring, but if listening to her music helps even one queer kid make it through another day in whatever shitty middle-American backwater they're unfortunate enough to live in, then more fucking power to her.

Motherfucking "Ticket to Ride", bitches.

Large wading bird that brings babies = astorkable.

On the Poppy tip, I just realized this weekend that the dude who played Poppy (Poppie?) on Seinfeld was also Clint Eastwood's partner in Dirty Harry. Cognitive dissonance ahoy.

OMG Torry Castellano. So hot.