It reminds me of the titles of episodes of old Quinn Martin shows like Mannix and Barnaby Jones, things like "Hickory Dickory Death" or "International House of Murder."

Not to mention your obvious misrepresentation of pansexual racists.

I am glad to know that there is a French softcore film director named Just Jaeckin.

My recent addiction is Za'atar pita chips. It'd be hard to pull it off, as Za'atar has sesame seeds in it, but it'd make a great seasoning for potato chips. Someone needs to do this.

Expect to be served with a warrant from the estate of Reverend Caleb Colton for your plagiarism, Dr. Rumak.

This thread is cashed.

We all remember that time when riot police attacked the red carpet at the Golden Globes with teargas and firehoses. Never again.

As the old saying goes, "to steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research." It certainly seems like fair use to me. It's not like he stole huge swaths of Ligiotti's writing, any more than he did any of the other writers he's considered to be influential.

Who cares if he's willing to take on impossible projects like adapting Sound and the Fury? I can't imagine anyone doing justice to the book (or Blood Meridian for that matter), so if he wants to try, that's fine with me. Doesn't mean that I (or most people, for that matter) will see it. And the books won't be any…

This lasagna is balls.

I eagerly await the Ghibli equivalent to The Cat from Outer Space.

*faints*

If he retains that name for more than four hours, he should consult a physician.

There are only five of them this episode, so no.

Exactly. I think it might've been piped into the corporate office too, but I don't remember for sure. On the plus side, we got to have lots of fun putting defective toys in the trash compactor and watching them get crushed.

I worked in the shipping department at the one that used to be in San Francisco in the early 90s, and they even piped that music into the warehouse. We ended up playing as much Napalm Death as possible to try and counteract that madness.

Count me in as someone who is no fan of jam bands who loves Fela's music. The documentary is pretty great, and does a good job of giving an overview of Fela's life and music, though a good chunk of it is devoted to the Broadway musical about Fela's life. That's a little less terrible than it sounds, because the…

Bridgette Fontaine.

In the perpendicular universe, Heisenberg wears a beanie like Jughead.

I'm tweeting his home address just in case.