Marc Hawthorne
For what it's work Marc, I would rather hear a thousand stories about amazing baseball games than anything about Urinetown or Radiohead.

The best STNG romance I can think of is the episode where Picard is on vacation and he meets an archeologist/thief. I realize that she was pulling a con, but I thought their interactions were realistic of a "just met" relationship.

Can anyone say……………………. Robin!

i preferred "Baberaham Lincoln: MILF Hunter"

I think they should merge the SAG awards, the Golden Globes, and the Oscars into one big battle royale cage match a la professional wrestling.

Hopefully Gary Sinise and his baked bean teeth are too busy cleaning up the streets of NY to reprise his role.

this shit doesn't hold a candle to The Banana Splits

bad week to be a composer. heads up Burt Bacharach.

i don't know where i'm a gonna go when my head gets a blow.

or become physician's assistants.

on my tv all minorities go to ITT technical college.

Hopefully they will pay him enough so that he can finally afford to go the dentist.

i've got all his stuff on DVD. you can get things like chimes and his shakespeare from korea and brazil.

If you like Shakespeare and can handle less than perfect sound then his Othello and MacBeth are pretty good, as is his Kafka film "The Trial".

You'd be perfect to urinate on, however.

I can't believe anyone watched this
This is exactly the kind of TV that proves we are headed for doom.

As I stated on a different board, that's exactly the kind of philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative types.

But if any of you could put in a word for me I'd love to be a freemason. Freemasonry opens doors. I mean, I was…I was a bit on edge just now, but if I were a mason I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way.

Yes, well, of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss about the struggling artist. (shouting) You excrement! You lousy hypocritical whining…

Let the death watch commence!