Pretty much the only thing I remember about Island of the Blue Dolphins was being upset about the implausible ecology of the island.

I had a dream last night that Parenthood got a 1.0 rating, so NBC moved it to Wednesday, and AV Club dropped their coverage of the show.

It was a lacrosse stick.

I noticed the other day that it's on Netflix too.

That just makes me even more depressed at the collosal waste of talent going into this steaming pile.

I've popped my shoulder right out of the socket a couple of times, and it hurts like a really, really hurty thing.

So when are they going to make a live action TV series following the "real" lives of the various talking animal characters from Disney movies?

The last half of the first season was genuinely hilarious.  Not quite sure about this season so far.

Paul McCrane (best known as Emil, the guy who got melted by toxic waste and then run over by Robocop) was actually in Cop Rock.

No wonder Leia wouldn't give Chewie a medal at the end of New Hope.

No, pigs are supposed to be Oderus.

I remember an episode of Friday Night Videos hosted by Danny DeVito and Michael Douglas where they talked about filming that video.

Rappaport as the patriarch of the clan?

It's scary how much Marilyn Manson there looks just like my ex-girlfriend, only Marilyn's hair isn't red.

It's not God.  It's just that concentrated levels of narrativium are difficult to distinguish from the hand of a deity.

Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers?

Am I the only one who is now genuinely curious about what happens if you taser a cantaloupe?

"flipping out after seeing Vince Gilligan at the Louvre in Paris"

Any episode of Boardwalk Empire that doesn't include Margaret automatically gets at least a full letter grade bump.

He gave him the booze because Mickey realized it might be useful to have some kind of handle on the boss's son.