"Nothing can defeat the penis!"

I think it's more complex than just "you can't drive away from your problems." I'd reverse it: I got a life of problems, but some part of me is still together enough to dream about escaping it all. Gloriously complicated song.

Forget Monic Lewinsky. Did you hear about Tom and Nicole?

The movie's called Chinatown, but you hardly hear Jack Nicholson say "mmgoy" or see him tuck into a carton of lo mein.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Until @betterconditions:disqus mentioned it in this comment, it would never occur to me that "Some Like It Hot" — one of my favorite movies and one of the best comedies ever made — is a romantic comedy. Maybe it's because the Tony Curtis-Marilyn Monroe relationship doesn't feel all that central to the plot.

True except for the fucking part.

The classic from Star Trek is pointing out how Klingon suddenly look so different from one show to the next: https://www.youtube.com/wat…

Said it above, will say it again: Great gag to point out in season six that Sunnydale home values don't seem to go anywhere.

Early in season 6 Buffy, hard up for money, goes to the bank to mortgage her house. The loan officer declines, saying "for some reason, Sunnydale property values have never been competitive."

Ah my mistake. I blame the freebasing.

Fightin' words. Until the Hays Code came along and neutered and spayed them respectively, Nick and Nora Charles were amazing. "He didn't come anywhere near my tabloids." https://www.youtube.com/wat…

The problem with the movie remains the usual problem of casting Leonardo DiCaprio. He's just too pretty for pretty much any role that doesn't involve a big sinking ship. He doesn't look desperate. He doesn't look lost. He doesn't look dependent. He looks like Leonardo DiCaprio.

This is the right answer. Perfect song — both driving and wistful — to a seemingly small episode that shows Tony will never be at peace.

I freelance on my couch all the time. In fact I'm freelancing right now.

Pierce! They're just trying to pander to your generation's well-documented historical vanity. Resist!

When people ask me my favorite Beatle, I love responding with "Billy Preston." Not a lie, either.

You get the truth, sort of, in the last book, which is that nobody knows. He was found as an infant on a bloody battlefield. Which is as great a metaphor for real life as I know.

Taran Wanderer is great, but so is The Black Cauldron. I think a lot about the prophecy, when Taran is told that he will find the cauldron of the question but would weep when he did. "What?" he says. "Fuck that shit! I'll do the humpty and shout 'boo-ya' all day over that!" (I may be misremembering the dialogue.) Then…

I'm gonna go waaaay out there and suggest a photo of a big fake hymen.