John Lithgow has also written several children's books. I know this because I got one in a box of Cheerios once (it was about a manatee!).

If your name is Duane you are required by law to have a patchy, lopsided moustache.

Ha! Glad I CTRL-F'd "Patrick" before posting a comment.

Y'know, just the other day I heard Dinosaur Jr and Del the Funkee Homosapien's "Missing Link" from that soundtrack and after 20 years I finally clued in to the whole dinosaur/missing link/homosapien thing. I may be somewhat dim.

Holy shit, that's brutal.

If more rappers used limerick structure I'd listen to waaaaaay more hip hop.

I know the term from the Sloan song and from Trailer Park Boys.

Yeah, that one and this are required reading in this field.

I'm a graphic designer, not a programmer but I understand the sentiment.

Eh, I love 'em (and yeah, I started listening to them as a teenager because girls liked them), but if you've actually made the effort to listen to them on multiple occasions and it's not doing anything for you they just may not be your thing.

Dietary issue, or is the boss just holding it slightly out of your reach, going "Mmmmm, this is good"?

Shit, I just wish I could learn to play ANY of the solos on "Out There"

My drive to work.
I usually love my commute – it's about 45 minutes of mostly backroad driving which allows me to travel at an enjoyably fast rate on windy, hilly roads and listen to music at an enjoyably loud level – it's the only time I really have to myself every day.

Filet of sole baby, it's my favourite dish
Filet of sole baby, when the dish is fish

I know it's not a popular opinion, but Where You Been is my favourite Dinosaur Jr album. It's the Crazy Horsiest!

Orange Blossom Special is so awesome, especially in the car where I can really shamelessly belt out the train whistle sounds because I think no one can hear or see me as long as I'm moving.

My coworkers hate it when I put on the Thizzy, but you know what? I'm throwing the fucking Vampire Weekend CD across the room and putting on Jailbreak.

Yep. Used to go to a shitty little neighbourhood sports bar all the time and every time I had terrible gut-rot the next day. Usually just chalked it up to over-drinking until I went in there one time and had one beer and STILL woke up in digestive distress. So, yeah, if you're at Ringside Sports Bar in Niagara Falls…

I don't even know what that is, but in my neighbourhood 8th grade graduation was a HUGE fucking deal, with tuxes and rented limos and the whole thing.

One of my friends proposed to his long time girlfriend with a ridiculously expensive ring which he put into one of those little gumball machine bubbles, thinking it would be cute.