Fisher-Price Movie Viewer
I believe I had a "Mickey and the Beanstalk" cartridge for my Fisher-Price Movie Viewer, which has to be one of the sweetest toys ever made, and I remember the cutting-the-bean part being something I would try to watch frame-by-frame by cranking the wheel a click at a time. I think I…

I think I hated choose-your-own adventure books as a kid, but as an adult I've been intrigued by the lack (as far as I know, anyhow) of that device in Postmodernist literature, regardless of the use of a second-person narrative. Recently, a book called "Pretty Little Mistakes" by Heather McElhatton employed the…

I always got the impression that, back in the '70s at least, Snyder and his poker-buddy news-anchor colleagues sexually harassed women like Jessica Savitch in a way that would make Ron Burgundy look like a Boy Scout. In spite of that, and that intricate combover thing he had going, I liked Tom Snyder and miss him.

Hey, while I was writing that I was eating a Margherita pizza wrap and washing it down with some V8. I don't know what your problem is.

Reminds me of that souvenir I brought home from an L7 concert about 15 years ago. I still have it.

That's funny. I get the impression that Gordon Ramsay spits out nearly everything someone else has him eat and calls that person a donkey. I imagine him doing that as a toddler in a high chair, being spoon-fed by his mother.

Incidentally, "heavily soiled sanitary napkin lying next to half-eaten pickle" is one of the images in Charles Burns' new book of art photographs.

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There's no tasteful way of putting this, but in that first photo the packaged miracle fruit looks like a heavily soiled sanitary napkin (the wingless kind), which should not be lying next to a half-eaten pickle.

God, you forgot a "you" in your post. You really should strive for a better attention to detail.

I agree that I'm fuckable. My opinion has less to do with narcissism than my hermaphroditism, however.

Very astute comment. Sometimes, though, there's that one person who asks "What's this?" with genuine interest, and that's the last person you want hanging around any longer. Then you have to busy yourself collecting empties around the house, hoping they get the point and leave in the meantime.

Most boring comment ever (seriously)
I'm a big ol' book nerd, so if I'm going to spend the money on a run-of-the-mill new hardcover, I at least like to make sure I get a first printing (signed, preferably, if a book tour has brought the author to a store within driving distance). It's embarrassing sometimes, like…

My criticism wasn't really aimed at the AVC. I'm not much of an internet gadfly; I don't have the inclination to do a lot of online commenting. I think, however, that the pervasiveness of comment-section slush piles on the internet — there's one for nearly every page of content, it seems — contributes to the media…

"What the fuck?! What's wrong with you?"
I'm making a somewhat similar thriller, although its premise is office-based instead of sexual. It's called "Binder Clip, or: What the Fuck?! What's Wrong With You?" The plot involves some office employee jokingly attempting to put a binder clip on the sleeve of one of his…

Tasha is my favorite AVC interviewer and one of my favorite pop-culture writers anywhere, but for some reason her couple of "Ask The A.V. Club" answers about web traffic have made me cringe a little. It's got nothing to do with Tasha — somebody has to answer those questions, and it's fine by me if she has a genuine…

Destructive? I'm trying to imagine what that entails. I'm familiar with the financially destructive aspects of book collecting (or even just accumulating books — there have been times when I've had money for food or (non-school-related) books, but not both, and have chosen books [which is of course why they should…

You guys should feel free to visit Michigan anytime. We've got that ten-cent bottle return — very exciting.

I'm sure people are going to quote that Jesse Jackson thing to death, but that made me laugh until I gave myself hiccups.

My strongest sense of sickening outrage was during the 2000 election, before Bush had even left any of his sticky fingerprints on the jelly jar of our nation. That such a smirkingly inarticulate idiot could even be a presidential candidate was surreal. It's morally exhausting, though, when so much anger is so…

I thought this was a very good review too. Zack's description of the way Bugliosi reinforces his "status as a lone voice of reason on proving Bush's guilt," which "doesn't affect the veracity of Bugliosi's conclusions, but hurts the book's value as a rhetorical device," etc., pretty clearly articulates what most…