The writer would be upset by this because he is a writer.

I had a roommate who went by the name Phred.  I'm pretty sure he did that to himself.

Hatchet 3: Now with Belt Sander
Hatchet 4: Now with a Table Saw
Hatchet 5: Now he Drives a Loader Backhoe

"I saw this in a movie theater. The lights went out and they projected it on a screen. Amazing! 5 stars!"

I barely even remember the fucking gerbil.

I miss how angry he made people for reasons that I never quite understood.

Dog read.  We're through the dyslexic looking glass here, people.

There's also a lot of Dan Clowes & Chris Ware around (I totally want that Pogeybait doll that's on Roy's desk).  The set designers obviously know their alt-comics stuff. 

I just started watching this show, and I am marvelling at how many images by Jim Woodring (one of my favorite artists, and the guy behind my avatar) are littering that set.  Despite my love of Father Ted and Black Books, I feel like I missed out on this.  It's probably because I heard people on Boing Boing going nuts…

I remember when this first aired, my music nerd friends were thrilled by the shot of Uter playing the alpenhorn.  I got to try one out in a music store one day years later.  Those things are ridiculous.

Inexplicably shitty turn, eh?  So just like Weeds, then.

He was indirectly responsible for Batdance and the Batusi, so his contributions to music are spotty at best.

There are more musical numbers, talking inanimate objects, and weird/disgusting sex acts in Gravity's Rainbow.  Plus, the drug use is generally not seen as a negative thing.

I want someone to take Pynchon up on his challenge.  Someone once asked if he could write an opera based on Gravity's Rainbow, and he said it would be OK, as long as the only instrument used was the banjo.

But you like everyone!

Reading about tits just isn't the same as seeing them, so forget it.

@The_Primordial_Dr_Zoidberg:disqus , because we live in the golden age where we can get those little pieces of breathmint tape, rather than the Lysol for your mouth that was Binaca.  Progress!

Damn my eyes for living in the glorious state of California!

You mean I mortgaged my house for nothing?!

So you were born hundreds of years or thousands of miles from a place where you could be infected?  Tell us your prophecies, future varmint!