Looks like it's only on the East Coast…I'm in Chicago, so we do have Aldi at least.

I never find myself wishing I had one. If I take a train or bus, I just bring a book. However, I have the feeling that in five years, dumb phones will be like having a beeper.

It was the most frightening movie I ever saw as a kid. Here's something for your mental Rolodex:

If you go on YouTube and look up that scene, the page is flooded with recent comments from people because of the recent news stories. Everyone says, "This was the first thing I thought of!"

I like it when the passengers respond to what may be an unreasonable request by throwing a public temper tantrum. Because when I'm asked to do something I don't like and may think is wrong, I stamp my feet and scream until they go away.

I used to love lying in the back of my parents' station wagon and looking out the rear window.

It must be blue screen because they're not fake heads…the one Mombi takes off matches seamlessly with the real head on the pedestal with the actress draped in black velvet. Same with the brunette, who speaks to Dorothy while still headless.

For the past several days, it's been the bicycle chase from Innerspace.

She had nightmares for several days; she'd wake up and I'd have to hold her for 10 or 15 minutes while assuring her it was just a silly dream.

She loves the Judy Garland film and was totally pumped by the notion of a sequel. She looked confused when she saw that Dorothy was living in the middle of a field in a half-finished house. When Dorothy was committed, she went from being on the couch to on my lap and occasionally looked up at me in an accusatory way.…

It's hard not to get charged up when you see Beecher get revenge on Schillinger by clubbing him senseless with a 25-lb weight and then taking a shit on his face and cramming the feces down Schillinger's throat.

One of Schillinger's finest moments was the beginning of season two, when a law professor was brought in to find out how the riot in Em City got started. They asked everyone, and everyone just lowered their gaze and said, "I got nothing to say to you."

My imaginary daughter enjoyed Robin Hood: Princess of Thieves.

Either. The Wizard of Oz is Putter's favorite movie, with the possible exception of The Muppet Movie. She goes as Dorothy every Halloween; tbh, it's not much different than how she dresses normally. She would probably be thrilled if "Ozma" was her middle name, even though she was terrified by Return to Oz, to the…

Hearing the name "Jason Katims" reminds me that I bought the whole series of My So-Called Life at the Salvation Army a few months ago for less than ten bucks. It's going to be a bit tough watching it again.

I usually can't stand it when people give their kids fantasy names, but I always thought "Ozma" would make a nice middle name for a little girl.

It's a standard "whip the recruits into shape" movie, but well-done and with a lot of great lines. I still do not know what "fa**ot wings" are.

You'll be sorry when you have girlfriend trouble and come crawling to me. Like Arnold says in Pumping Iron, "I can always give him….the wrong advices."

Well, I porked your imaginary hot sister. She totally wanted it, too. Like Max Hardcore, I made her write "I AM A WORTHLESS FUCKHOLE" on her forehead and then I called your mom in and she acted unconvincingly outraged while I gloated about how her daughter is a slut and I have some pictures to show her to prove it.

I bought several pounds of country-style pork ribs at the store yesterday. $4.29/lb, but two for one.