A friend of mine was in the pilot for SIRENS. I am excited.

No, it was also Keaton. That one was unquestionably worrisome, and as uncomfortable an interview as I've ever seen on that show (which is saying something).

Did anyone see Diane Keaton's drunk, borderline deranged appearance on Ellen a couple of days ago? I saw a clip online—I don't know whether it's hilarious or worrisome.

I'd say that Cocoa Beach is 67/33, as the first three seasons of beloved Nickelodeon series "The Mystery Files of Shelby Woo" were set there: http://en.wikipedia.org/wik…

Especially since back then, penises and gay plots in mainstream movies were even rarer than they are now, and I personally didn't have access to internet porn.

Incidentally, when I was a kid, I was unaware of the practice of calling women "Mrs. [Husband's Name]", so I assumed that "Basil" was a name for a woman.

Well, add in "The Lion In Winter" and you're set.

She was just the best. In addition to "Frankenweiler", my other favorite of hers was "A Fine Taste For Scarlet and Miniver". Really smart historical dialogue, exceptionally well-drawn characters…just fantastic. And probably smarter than a good portion of adult novels.

Re: 2—Running into this movie, and Kevin Bacon's shower scene, definitely counts as a milestone in my early adolescent sexuality. I am sure I am not the only one.

Mo's not my favorite (and Luke Burbank grates), but most of the panelists are fantastic.

"Questionably comedic"? Wherefore the "Wait Wait" snark? Despite the occasional cheesiness and smugness, I usually find it to be a whole lot of fun, and live tapings are even better.

Related to the question of when/how fetishes develop—there are definitely some things I was unusually interested in long before I was sexual or had an understanding of what sex was, while others I grew into as I grew to understand and experience my sexuality. And that has continued to change—my erotic imagination has…

Jeeezus. Golf clap for you. And a little (lot) jealousy.

I do have several cousins whose mothers think they are cool, but that is not enough evidence in and of itself of us being related.

Well, we are two men, and we do sometimes have special guests in bed, and he did propose to me with the help of his entire choir.

Well, I got engaged. Does that count?

I'm vaguely depressed that this is the first sympathetic post to have shown up. This sounds like a pretty horrifying experience—I hope it all works out for him.

So about a year and a half ago, I saw JERUSALEM on Broadway, and afterwords hung around the stage door to try to get Mark Rylance's autograph (because he is a brilliant actor and I am apparently still a starstruck adolescent at heart). I was waiting for quite a while, and just about to give up, when the door…

Hey now. Don't put James Lipton's behavior on the rest of us. That is way the fuck out of bounds.

The Cherry Jones role.