powrez - you are very insightful. Now, do your masters lead these cute singings before or after you all bathe in the blood of a thousand innocent civilians?

I hear you bro. That show was weird indeed. Like when Colbert tried to get the CO/Drill Sergent/whatever the fuck they're called dude to command his troops to do the hokey pokey but instead, the jar head guy ended up commanding his troops to sing some stupid Army song. The funny part being that Colbert didn't know the…

That weak beef wasn't even close to interesting. Two wack rappers make not an interesting beef. That's right, "fifty" you are not a good rapper. You are not a good rapper!

That was the best thing. But I think he was all, channeling Gap Girls?

I'm pretty sure Bob Odenkirk wasn't a staff writer when Matt Foley was written. Maybe he wrote it, but he wasn't there when it first aired.

Farley used to pay me $100 to do his fan mail as an intern at SNL during the early 90's. He was indeed very generous and good-hearted, but insanely insecure. Not only did people laugh at him, he always had some chic with stars in her eyes using him and douche bags writers begging him not to get skinny when he went to…

I'd do Rizzo. With relish.

The fucked up thing was this movie was written by Alec Berg and Dave Mandel - and maybe one other dude - not sure. Both of them chumps are very talented writers. Who knows what the hell happened here, but this movie was very very bad.

She ran a really fun, dirty, nasty blues club in the South Loop for a bit. Good lady. Great singer.

Speaking of crap, this is a really good movie to take a long dump in the middle of. Maybe make a hot pocket or two. You really don't miss that much, and the experience becomes pretty pleasant, really.

Slo-mo montage set to Pixies "I Bleed" of old lady's heads exploding would be a pretty cool ending to this monumental work.

I'm loving how Empire Carpet animated the 588-2300 ads. Someone at Empire Corporate is like, "Fuck that! This shit is Gold! We're never doing another fucking ad, ever. You hear me? I don't give a shit if the guy died or is in a old peoples home. Fuck it. Animate the motherfucker. It's fucking gold people, G.O.L.D.!!!"

I started reading this dude after I read he hung himself. Started with the Lobster thingy. His writing has the very powerful effect of being both extremely human and down right terrifying at the same time. Kind of like Elliot Smith.

As a crazed, addicted Lost fan that can't bear to miss an episode, my biggest frustration is that just about every damn episode ends with some unresolved 'dangling thread' that they never seem to, or care to resolve. It's maddening. And I love it. But I do hope they wrap shit up tight in the finale.

I think you're having some fun here. That butter will permeate a well worn taint's cracks and sores and coagulate so as to exasperate the symptom. That type of home cooked remedy can lead to an even more inflamed, irritated taint, and God forbid, anal region. You wouldn't use corn starch for chaffing, would you? Well…

I'm with you Raindog. Don't forget MTV's The State. "You dip your balls in it!"

I tried to convince the SNL talent staff that the B-Boys should be a musical guest around Ill Communication time. They were all, "the white rappers? Ick" being all snooty mcgooty and shit. Then I left and then Sabatoge blew up and SNL's all up on that BBoy jock(s). Lorne is wayyy insulated and behind the curve. He…

Yeah. He sells taint cream on his site DZ-Nutz.com. And there are some hilarious promotional videos he did for DZ on the youtuber.

Fuck that. The film making alone makes Blow Up a movie that still influences motherfuckers to this day. D-bags in turtlenecks aside - shit, even setting the entire story/plot/surrealism shit aside, Blow Up paved the way for shit like If, Performance and whole host of tight ass shit - Easy Rider, that creepy desert…

I think it's just a tad unfair to compare Blow Up to any Michael Bay flick. Just a tad. I always thought Blow Up was supposed to be surreal. Like the hipsters doing nothing while Yardbirds get busy. They're devoid of emotion and never react to the music, but instead go nuts for the busted up guitar. I always…