Yacht Rock. All must see Yacht Rock.

I suppose "creepy" is lazy and reductive - he does seem like an overall alright guy.
There's just a point at which, as a viewer, my sympathy switched very quickly from his excited viewpoint of "This must be the guy! We just have to force our way in to talk to him!" to the viewpoint of the likely tiler and his…

You want a creepy documentary, look up "Resurrect Dead: The Toynbee Tiles." It features several different kinds of creepiness, on both sides of the camera.

Peter Gabriel's "So" is a great album. He got lumped in with the other "dinosaurs" in the music press at the time, and they made a big deal about how long it had been since his last album - but the fourth album was only four years earlier, and in between he did the "Birdy" soundtrack.

One of my favorite recreational Google image searches is "Godzilla suit" and the related searches that brings up. I recommend it.

I love Andy. I love Conan.

I went to the St. Olaf College Reunion Weekend, despite it only being my 24th year of alumnahood, to sing in the Manitou Singers mass choir, in honor of the retirement of the director (who started the job 4 years before I got there, and is the last of the music directors I had at St. Olaf to retire.) Manitou Singers…

"8 foot cliff" sounds kind of unimpressive, but "patch of thorns" punches it up nicely.

Todd Barry? Todd Barry? I will pay you at a chorely rate, pay you at a chorely rate rate rate…

And a surfing contest, in which Greg almost drowned due to the Tabu tiki!

So depressing that the Mall of America refuses to install them, despite people going there specifically to jump off the top of the parking ramp.

The The, Infected. It's hardly the worst thing ever, but still, yuck.

"Gen-X website"! Woo! Confirmed! I'm not too old! I'm still the target demographic!

It has been shown on beaches with the audience in inner tubes in the ocean - in the harbor where they filmed, I believe.

It came out when I was 5, and I didn't see it until they did the 30th anniversary, but in 1976 or so I stumbled upon an obviously Jaws-cash-in-y coffee table book about sharks at my great-aunt's house - which opened with a vivid account of a vicious, fatal shark attack. This was about an hour before we were due to go…

Non!

Ah, Chekov's decompression chamber. Um, spoilers.

It was Discus! Stupid Discus…

It was cool. Don't feel bad.

Nope - new character featured in a lot of fan comic art.