Jimmy Kimmel watchable? Not in Canada, apparently
The videos give me a couple of YouTube rejections that tells me that Jimmy Kimmel specifically doesn't want people in my country to watch these videos.

Jeff Bridges ranks with Paul Newman. If I ever I had the chance to chat with Bridges, I'd ask him about that. After he did Thunderbolt and Lightfoot, he had a moment there when he could have been the handsome leading man the rest of his life. He chose to be an actor.

Referring to the Toronto radio station now know as "The Edge" by its call letters CFNY immediately dates you as someone who went to high school in the 80s. But I do it all the time, because change is difficult for an old fart like me and because the station was better back then.

Kinks Kristmas
Somebody already mentioned it, but Father Christmas is a great Kinks tune. Typical urban angst from them. "We'll beat your up if you don't hand it over… Give all the toys / to the little rich boys"

GAH!! Stupid me, stupid lack of ability to take back comments…

I'm cumming over that that last comment!

The Kinks were my first musical love, and Raymond Douglas Davies (silent e) has never let me down. I took my wife to see him at Massey Hall in Toronto a couple years back, and she was expecting to be bored, but was completely thrilled instead. As for me, it was a goddamned religious experience.

Future reassessment guaranteed
The stench of vinegar from all this hipster douchebaggery is overwhelming. The AV Club, writers and posters both, passed judgment on this movie months ago based on the trailers, and in a particularly typical way.

In defense of the Poplife cover
I'm fairly sure the candy cane is entering her mouth, not emerging from it. Or if it is emerging from it, surely only on the backstroke.
When you make that gestalt shift, all of a sudden you can clearly see the artistic merit.

I had a t-shirt with that album cover back in university. And no, it did not get me laid.

Ahem… Miyazaki
How could nobody pick out the Miyazaki oeuvre? I go there whenever I am feeling particularly down, whether from influenza or existential angst. While it is tempting to reach for some other comfort entertainment like any Joss Whedon production, something like My Neighbor Totoro or Kiki's Delivery Service…

Grizelda the Ghastly Gourmet was the one that scared me senseless, for reasons I cannot clearly articulate. Particularly the moment in each one of her segments when she hit her head on the hanging pot.

And now I must shame-facedly reveal that it was in fact Billy Van who was The Librarian… In my memory, it was Vincent Price. Which I suppose tells you how much brain damage acid trip shows can cause in small children.

Price in HHOF was a defining cultural experience for many kids growing up in Southern Ontario in the 70s. The whole show was such an acid trip, but I particularly loved Price as The Librarian, gleefully reading nursery rhymes as though they were the most twisted evil bits of literature ever. Which, of course, they are.