*does incredible Xanadu riff on guitar*

And Bob's out there
fucking shit up Old School.

In 'n' Out Burger
And a Caucasian.

A shame
Not just for such an early and almost predictable death, but also for all the assholery that this post is going to elicit.
*gets off high horse* I'm going for a drink.

Fred's a swell guy
But my favourite B52's song is Fredless in vocals: 52 Girls.

Lone Audience Etc: Dial it down, son!

Fuckin', fightin'
It's all the same.

It's funny how "crotch" and "crotchedy" are so unalike in meaning.
idiotking: I want to look into this so-called "Europe" you write about.
prof: Details on the car fuck-up please.

"He lost his jaw and his voice . . .
. . . but he didn't lose his keen eye for dreck and his trenchant observations.
Roger. Frickin'. Ebert."

Really?
Because my deal with Satan is coming off without a hitch. I can't foresee anything that can possibly go wrong with this soul-forsaking arrangement. Yep, my devil-akwired speling abilitie is . . . o, fuk.

"Horror. You must make a friend of horror . . ."

Her cowpunk days
With songs such as "Hanky Panky" were when I first saw/heard of her. She played the welcome-back-to-school-let's-get-drunk BBQ at UBC in September '86. Yeehaw!

Double, maybe triple the fun
This has been my favourite article in a couple of years. It has definitely been the greatest time-suck of all time on AV. Thanks for the guffaws and chuckles.

Matty, I'll concede on the Av 2 and Rutti, but otherwise you're talking out of your hat (and I hope it's not a trilby).
Good day, sir!

Bullshit.

Judd Apatow?
It'll be 20 minutes too long.

Bocce/horseshoes on ice
Hell, my rural Northwest British Columbia high school had an intramural curling league. Good thing several people borrowed their parents' brooms with hollow handles filled with whiskey. Fine times and occasional head injuries.

Well, ol' sis turned the job of explanation over to a purloined copy of that hairy 70's standby, The Joy of Sex.
Slowdive: "What the fuck?" So, like, thanks The Knack.

"Good Girls Don't"
Kamloops, B.C., 1979. A living room with the Knack playing on the record player.
A ten year old Slowdive to his older sister: "'When she's sitting on your face' What the hell does that mean?"
Sister: "Oh, man . . ."

I hope they use
Sonic Youth's "Mildred Pierce" as the theme song, especially the freak-out at the end.