I've got at least five straight classics from this year, two of which I'm sure will remain among my all-time favorite records, and ten or twelve candidates:

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Cause on Drinky bombs to fall.

I still think that Jack and Juliet's intention when setting off Jughead- to create a world in which the people who had suffered with them could be free- caused the bomb to interact with The Light (which seems to be malleable, hence Smokey and the effect of the wheel, but also unpredictable) and create some version of…

The Bride Wore Black is a great movie in dire need of critical reassessment (and if Rabin was a little more creative in his MYoF picks, it would be perfect fodder for that series). It belongs in the Criterion Collection.

I think you should wake those people up, Provolone, by hitting them with your car.

Reminds me of Songs in the Key of Life-era Stevie Wonder (as do "Oh, Maker" and "Neon Valley Street").

Cave Commentor's just upset no cave-people got play at the end of the episode.

Jeff Jensen snorts catnip. If it gets the job done, it gets the job done.

I found that jarring "Dancing with the Stars" commercial immediately after the (silent) Bad Robot logo deeply, deeply disquieting. Couldn't they have just cut straight to the news? Winking, spray-tanned celebrities kind of take you out of the show's beautiful last moments.

Who names a town Perdition? Seriously. I live in Eastern Kentucky. If we don't have a Perdition, nobody does.

This Is the Most Profoundly Cynical Movie I've Ever Seen.
That's not a problem until it infects the storytelling (in the Garner subplot).

Quentin here, he's like me, he was brought up in the church. You can tell this from all the complex religious subtext in his movies. See, I spent my formative years getting down on my knees to pray. He spent his formative years getting down on his knees to suck the sister's toes. He put Travolta in his movie 'cause…

At the last moment, he reconsidered his original plan of releasing the album as a bonus with a silver track suit.

I'm not gonna say Quentin Tarantino has a foot fetish, but he nearly choked to death after sneaking onto the set of The Big Lebowski.

Chocolate and mint > Chocolate and the corpse of Raymond Burr.

Cold War
Wondaland
Oh, Maker
Tightrope
Make the Bus
Locked Inside
Say You'll Go

"[Y]ou could enrobe anything in dark chocolate… and it'd be pretty good."
You think that until you try a chocolate-covered Ric Flair.

*styles and ideas*

Jack's, start with Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers. It's unanimously considered a masterpiece. Then move on to Wu-Tang Forever. It's actually my favorite Wu album, just because it overflows with so many styles ideas. This is when you need to start on the solo work. You've heard some Ghostface and Raekwon. Have you…

I'm so excited, I could lay your nuts on a dresser and just smash 'em with a spiked fuckin' bat.