Aw c'mon, phel. All the cool kids are wearing them. You parents will never know.

Smoking makes you look cool
As do WWII German uniforms. Add the two together: babe magnet. Just ask Mr. Kilminster.

Pity.
I'd really hoped this would be worthwhile. Given that it's the first Canadian series to sell to a US network since (the rather overrated) Due South, and that it's the most expensive Canadian series since The Friendly Giant, AND it had Keith Mars, I had some high hopes for this one.

The Cement Mixers
There's my next Rock Band band name.

I like the word "hereabouts". It's not hip, it's just pretentious. There's nothing wrong with pretention, is there?

I can't tell you just how much I hate abalones. Smug bastards.

I come for the articels, I stay for the pie.
I've been an AV Club spanning two centuries, but I've only been commenting for the last year or so. It's funny how the commenting culture has changed hereabouts. Who would have said two years ago that we'd all be buying "I hate firsties" t-shirts and suchlike.

Actually, my crustacean friend, I have a feeling that an awful lot of us here quite enjoy Motorhead (that looks just wrong without the umlauts) in an entirely non-ironic way.

Kurt Vonnegut (non-Nazi)
I seem to recall that Mr. Vonnegut said something along the lines that humanity would produce films about WWII forever due to the fact that the Germans had the sharpest uniforms ever.

Hyperbole is infinitely preferable to your douchery, sir. Keep citation out of blog comments.

Something about the Maine, I believe.

Good call. This is still probably a good time to get rid of the goat heads. I don't have AC, and it is July after all.

I think I should hide some of my stuff
Yup, the massive hentai collection, Nazi paraphenalia, and decapitated teddy bears are definitely going into storage.

I rather like the bulldozer bit
CHANDLER: [moaning] Could I be any more flattened?

My pleasure. Seems the least I can do after you pointed me to Harrison. Thanks for that, eh!

English major here, too. The only way to deal with the failure and depression endemic to our academic background is to suck it up, sell out, and get a job as a technical writer. And a prescription for antidepressants.

I'm not a particularly huge mystery reader, but I'd definitely recommend Ian Rankin's Rebus novels. John Rebus is a fascinating protagonist, and you really get a sense of Edinburgh as a dirty, dangerous place haunted by a bloody history.

I had some trouble getting into Light, too (maybe not an ideal airplane book, requires a bit too much attention). A second go at it was more fruitful. I'd give it another shot, if I were you.

All three are out in the UK and Canada, I think the thrid is out in the States in September.

You folks must have seen a different Space Jam than I. The one I saw was shite.