I can't decide if "Her Ideal Mate" and his ex deserve each other or not. In either case, both of them need to grow the fuck up.

*performs CPR*

This month has been a real shitty one for the music world. Chi Cheng, Scott Miller, Richie Havens and now George Jones all dying within two weeks of each other? Fucking hell. Who's next? Van Morrison?

@avclub-74590c71164d9fba556697bee04ad65c:disqus You just summed up my initial reactions almost to the letter. I'd probably come around on the soundtrack if I watched the movie again, but the dialogue is only going to look more and more embarrassing as time passes.

First time I saw it, I liked it just fine…up until the really shitty finale, anyway. It's not a movie I'm going to rush out to dogpile on, but my opinion of it has only receded with time and I have zero interest in watching it a second time.

Well, she has donated money to Sea Shepherd.

Ditto.

Did they ever find out who Cheesefries was?

They're easy targets. I don't mind them much myself, but at the same time I don't feel any compulsion to follow their new output or revisit what they've already done. If I did, then I would never have sold my copy of From Under the Cork Tree.

It's HTML, if I'm not mistaken.

Eeyugh. Fucking 30 Seconds to Mars. There may have been worse songs bouncing around when they were at peak rotation (Lips of an Angel, anyone? Home? The Diarrhea Chain? Get Stoned? Photograph?), but The Kill is still in the top 10% percentile of crap.

I mentally read that in Milhouse's voice. What's even funnier is that that is the kind of thing you would expect him to say.

Fair enough.

Seconded. And ditto re: Loud Family.

I said "God damn it" out loud when I saw the headline. And then "double God damn it" when I saw that he'd been planning a GT reunion record.

Rock N. Roll will never die.

I'm going to catch hell for this, but I don't care: I turned off Chungking Express, don't regret walking away from it and have no intention of going back to it anytime soon.

Or Malibu Country (or whatever the fuck it's called). Easily one of the worst scripted shows of the last 20 years, if not all time. The material couldn't get much worse than it is. The actors don't even act, they just stand in certain places and recite dialogue (with the exception of Reba's character's mother, no one…

*whistles* He's in for some lovin'.

Does this include Sweet Sixteen by Royal Trux?