Yes.

Production
There's a great story, possibly apocryphal, that during the shooting of the film Hepburn and most of the crew got tremendously sick. Huge outbreak of dysentery, to the point that Hepburn needed a vomit bucket just off camera because she was perpetually on the verge of puking. The sole cast or crew members…

She'll suck your dick gray, son.

Well, I enjoyed Scrubs. . .
. . . not immensely, but for what it was, at least through the first few seasons on NBC. Didn't care much about tracking it after the network switch.

RAAAAAAAAANDY!!!

I'd like her to battle my spear!

Avatar? More like 'Avatar was overrated and severely lacking in character development from what I've heard, though I haven't seen it myself'! Right? Right?

Avatar
Super-cheap knockoff of the original Smurfs.

And who wins? GREEN MAN!

Jury's back in! Guilty on seven counts of terrible acting.

I like Nick Pinkerton's review of Remember Me from the Village Voice. It ends with:

Has anyone ever seen a short called Eyeball Eddie? It was a USC student film made about ten years ago with Martin Starr and M. Emmet Walsh. Star plays a high school kid with a glass eye who struggles on the wrestling team until he begins taking out his eyeball mid-match to freak out his opponents.

It all comes down to this roll. Roy Munson, a man-child, with a dream to topple bowling giant Ernie McCracken. If he strikes, he's the 1979 Odor-Eaters Champion. He's got one foot in the frying pan and one in the pressure cooker. Believe me, as a bowler, I know that right about now, your bladder feels like an…

Forget it, Prof. It's Firstietown.

Michelangelo is a party dude.

http://www.youtube.com/watc…

Use context clues, everybody.

They call Jerry Seinfeld the nicest guy in Hollywood. Fact or fiction? Is it a case of too much too soon. . . or too little too late?

My post, however, unlike On the Road is apparently worth reading twice.

Shelf Life
It's an odd book because I read it probably at just the right time (around 17 or 18), loved it and it obviously had a deep effect on me - the next summer I set out on a multi-thousand mile cross-country road trip of my own. But I never picked it up again in the ten years since then, and I have no desire to.