triceratops:

at first I read:
"The A.V. Club, Decider.com, and Carlos Mencia are proud to announce…" and I almost spit out my coffee.

it was this and not the meth-terview? hm.

no, justpassingby, you gotta have FFFAAAAAAAIIIIITTHHHHH

"having been on both sides of that, I can tell you it's not a good idea."

Just to throw out a contender for "worst cover of all time":

ok, now that I've read the article, I love this man even more than ever.

I'm not going to bother reading this article before I comment.
or the comments. Army of Darkness was the first R-rated movie I ever saw. It had just come out on video, and I was six. I still think it had a whole fucking ton to do with the person I am today. When I was fourteen, I auditioned for this prestigious…

see, I liked the lonely island a ton, and enjoy most of his digital shorts, and yet still expected the movie to suck. something to do with the fact that I was pretty convinced that there was no way that he and the two guys with the funny names couldn't sustain with one concept for an hour and a half. but then it…

and unbelievably quotable. I need to memorize the "I like to party" bit.

I've been drinkin' green tea all day!
I go to church every sunday! You gonna bring the demons on me, boy?!

Louis- good one. except less nonsensical and more totally badass.

Punch Drunk Love
Is one of the few movies that makes me cry every time i watch it. When they meet in the hotel in Hawaii, and embrace, and it's all silhouetted, and the popeye song starts playing… it kills me, in a good way.

it's more about the noble sacrifice of love for duty than the actual act of falling in love. I guess "here's looking at you, kid" deserves a mention though. Good nonsensical falling in love line.

as mentioned in many statements in both the article and the comments, yes, a Talking Heads reunion is both A) the best answer to this question and B) never gonna happen. But thanks for playing.

Stop Making Sense is the single greatest concert film ever made (again, no hyperbole. believe it). the whole this is on YouTube in pretty good quality; if you haven't seen it, DO IT NOW.

seeing Op Ivy would be mind-blowingly depressing. I loved them so much in middle school (and still do, in my early 20s) because I pictured a bunch of pissed-off kids tearing shit up and screaming about all the shit they will have to deal with as adults. seeing a bunch of grownups doing that would get me pretty down.…

faith no more would be fun, but Mr. Bungle would blow minds.

dead kennedys were still touring as of last time I checked a few years ago, just without jello. and he's all over the place here in the bay area, but mostly just holds public lectures to complain about the government and society and stuff. bo-ring. give us "kill the poor"!

I had a conversation with my coworker about NMH last week, and we came to two conclusions: