My dad was the first person to make fun of himself for ever, ever liking Yes.

I literally only listened to Classical Music and Doctor Demento until the eighth grade.

Art Garfunkle has a huge list of every book he's ever read online. You can now know what Art Garfunkle was reading when you were born.

You use music and Bukowski to get girls doofus. Of course in retrospect it's as lame as hell, but hey, I wasn't complaining then.

All movies are pretty terrible.

I also loved C&H, The Far Side, Bloom County ect. But fuck it if I didn't laugh my ass off at that fucking cat.

Corman's Poe films with Vincent Price are basically all mini-masterpieces. The original Little Shop of Horrors and A Bucket of Blood are hilarious in the right ways, X-The Man With X Ray Eyes is far more touching and philosophical than you would ever imagine from a movie called "X-The Man With X Ray Eyes" and he…

I read every fucking one of those garfield books at age 8 and I fucking loved the hell out of that shit.

Speaking from experience as a middle school comics kid, Watchmen was really good but A Contract with God was, like, fucking mind-blowing man.

Yeah, I think this is a lot like the "art you got too late" thing. They're not identical at all, but they're definitely similar.

Cool dad. You can get into The Beatles or Zeppelin any time, and maybe you'll love them, but I still think you got a better music education from your dad than most.

I'd actually argue that at his best Roger Corman was an unironically damn fine director as well as a cool motherfucker. But yeah, MST3K is a fairly good way to go through the "canon" of horrible film without clawing your eyes out.

I mean, I'm sure that everyone mulls over personal decisions and relationships, but if that was the question it would be pretty fucking weird.

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Like a lot of big jerks in high school, I generally looked upon anything with a unironic poppy attitude with disdain. But while I was listening to punk and indie rock, I missed a lot of cool stuff that I feel I'm just catching onto.

I wouldn't call Snakes on a Plane good by any means, and Raimi's work that could possibly fall into "camp classic" category are pretty straight-up slapstick with horror elements.

It's actually very consciously borrowing from the style of 50's melodramas, especially Douglas Sirk's, the precursor to modern soap operas. So it's easy to confuse the two. What you fail to realize is that melodrama is awesome and everyone should watch them every day and just cry.

I looked at that picture and first thought that Oprah had hired two look alikes. It is very disconcerting seeing them smile.

I literally live in an ivory tower.

That's exactly what I was saying.

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Is Soderbergh ever not making movies? Like, does he even go to the bathroom at this point?