Also
My dad died.
That's how I want to go: peacefully in my sleep like Dad. Not screaming and panicking like his passengers.
No, but seriously, we are some seriously sad bastards right now . . .

Thank you for the advice, stza.

Oh, stza. You so crazy.

Dunno why this popped up twice.

Let me weigh with yet even more opining
Film School's self titled album is a glaring omission.

Let me weigh with yet even more opining
Film School's self titled album is a glaring omission.

What a spectacle
a Wendy O. Williams Show would've been?

Too many Jonathans
in this literary fiction game: Foer, Frantzen, Ames, Lethem.
Not enough Bobs.

Mayan chocolate
With cinnamon?

Jimmy Fail?

Yeah, man, we won't get fooled again.

"Simon Birch" is an abortion. "Owen Meany" is sublime.

Fargo Rock City er, rocks. I was disappointed by his novel, Downtown Owl. Once in a while he's just so dead on about something it kills. So to speak.

Aptly named and everything . . .

My Bloody Valentine's
Loveless is the soundtrack of my dreams.

Bachelor Chow
That rice will never replace Kraft Dinner or ramen in the pantheon of lazy bastard foods even if it requires no boiling water.

I hope it's not one of those Chinese made ones.

Not a one I've seen, though several of these are my students' fave flicks.

Is It Just Me
Or is it odd that the 60'-70's war comics like G.I. Combat, Unknown Soldier, Sgt. Fury and the Howling Commandos haven't been filmed in this comic-heavy era?

Annoyingly ubiquitous catch phrase
Show me the . . . ah, the hell with it.