Q sounds like Britain's Maxim, which I didn't even know still existed until one of my lesbian friends ironically placed it in the magazine rack in her bathroom.

It's simple free-market principles: If you don't like dead rats in your food, stop eating.  Hippies.

As I've stated before, I remember The Charmings from their odd Saturday evening time slot on my local broadcast station either before or after "Small Wonder" (which, incidentally, NEEDS a big-screen adaptation).

Who would the trio of singers be for an updated version of the song, "All for Love"?  My picks are Michael Buble, Bruno Mars, and Clay Aiken.

My movie version of The Sound and The Fury is going to have mixed martial arts fighting, flying jellyfish with laser-shooting tentacles, and least two scenes of girls making out (tastefully, of course).  And I'm gonna be WAY drunker than William Faulkner when I write it!

All compelling arguments, but I'll go with Jack Black in "High Fidelity".  He made it through two-thirds of that movie before I wanted to jam my fist down his throat and tear his rectum out backwards.  Close runner-up is Aniston in "The Good Girl".  Watching her get cracked across the mouth by John C. Reilly is one of…

'85 Hagler-Hearns fight…probably the most brutal eight minutes in broadcast history.  Hagler was pouring blood within a minute, but he didn't seem to notice.

Cloneasaurus (comma) Billy and The?

Best Franco Nero moment: when he makes an obvious ad-libbed grab at the girl's boob in "Enter The Ninja".  Italian men are indeed a swarthy folk.

HUZZAH!

Are you kidding?  Micah getting killed was the best ending of any movie ever.

"Norman Conquest"

The last album I bought was The 1990s' debut, basically because it was impossible to search for "1990s".  The The and !!! were very prescient in their name-selection strategy.

I'll make my opinions known on Friendster and MySpace.

I lost interest when she turned 18.

Throw in Sarge from "Cleopatra 2525".  I'd check it out then.

I HATE this guy.  Every story is built on the formula of stacking weirdness on top of more weirdness.  I don't want to punch him quite as much as I want to punch GG Marquez, but I still want to punch him something awful.

Lucas Shaw just topped my list of Douchebags I Want To Punch.

Without getting into too much detail, my job involves meetings at local high schools.  I can officially say that if I were a high school teacher, I would soak my balls in ice water every night.  They look, dress, and act like they're 23.

No, he looks more like "Neverending Story"-era Lamahl.