I worked at the Classical Annex that existed briefly in San Francisco. I made an extra dollar an hour because I knew who Charles Ives was and was willing to put up with insane classical music nerds.

Warm… and mandatory.

Zeppelin would be the one for me, but largely that's a byproduct of coming of age in San Jose in the late 80s, when 90 percent of what you'd hear on the radio would be Zeppelin (the other 10 percent was "Hotel California.")

As J.R. "Bob" Dobbs said, "If everyone thought they were as great as me, the world would be a better place. Of course, they'd all be wrong."

Or as Trump's Twitter feed said, "@AVClub Why waste so much space on this idiot? Pathetic."

J.J. retroactively apologizes for George Lucas.

Just the core premise of this seems really creepy and weird. "Detective! Check out her sideboob! A clue…"

I was a theater student in college in the late 80s, when Mamet's work was really becoming popular. I was never the hugest fan, and pretty much got off the Mamet bus around the time he wrote Oleanna, but American Buffalo and Glengarry Glen Ross are both incredible pieces of work (notably, these plays do not have female…

Maybe if the whole thing was accompanied by bloodcurdling screams and there was an option where people stacked at the bottom died of asphyxiation or dysentery, it'd be more illuminating. It would still be incredibly tone deaf and stupid.

i would love to hear Mads Mikkelsen say "Oh, my blog!" but that's about it.

That's exactly what someone with a sloped forehead like yours would say.

Excessive amounts of Steve Vai are not good.

OK, Cormac.

That last joke fell flat. You lent a bad smell to this newswire.

For the record, so far no one has complained about Harry Shearer not being in this.

You can do the Muppet version of eating, which is opening and closing the puppet's mouth over and over until everything just falls all over the place.

It's like torture porn for nerds. "Noooooo!!! Don't take it out of the package! You're ruining it's pristine mintness!"

The theme song takes up the entire duration of the show!

This isn't really an intentional pun, but there used to be a store in San Jose called Linoleum Dick's.

I think the performativeness of the character was exactly the point. Here's this guy who is totally lost in his life and is considered to be the butt of the joke by everyone, including his family. Small wonder he reacts by putting on a show, leaning in to everyone's contempt, and pulling his dick out every chance he…