We had a cafetorium too! And after seeing Nova’s “Miracle of Life” our sixth grade class got a fairly stern talking-to from our teacher, mainly because my friend and I were joking about the very early eighties hair (both head and elsewhere) of the mother.

This is another oft-told tale by me, but we got some casual recorded-off-of-TV German nudity in the commercials of our German-language showing of Back to the Future. It was a PSA showing a couple having sex and advising people watching to turn off the TV and engage in some physical activity.

Since the social studies teacher didn’t want to split up Gandhi we got the whole afternoon off to watch it. Hooray!

I’ve only seen Independence Day in German, thanks to German film-watching.

Wrote reports on Bridge Over the River Kwai and The Lion in Winter for extra credit in high school

And girls! This is like the eighth time we mentioned this, but the girl closest to the VCR managed to rewind, paused, and played the picture of Romeo’s buns a few times.

So Parks & Rec is really into the whole stunt casting thing now, isn’t it?

Electro-Gonorrhea: The Noisy Killer

We watched Apocalypse Now in school, after reading Heart of Darkness in AP English.

Maybe you’re Negrons—they’re white, after all.

It’s the show where Colm Meaney gets to torture other people (finally).

America’s so backwards and conservative—the rest of the developed world has advanced to multiple-unit love affairs.

Wayne Szalinski (I can’t believe I’m forgetting his name) on the dollar coin.

Hint to comedy writers: You can’t beat “Humpty with an ’umpty.”

This reminds me of a French transit union’s suggestion that rather than removing a day off they simply add a few seconds to each workday.

I’m fine waiting for the DVD releases of stuff I want to see on HBO (or cable in general), but this, this makes me think subscribing might not be a bad idea.

Snob, always

It’s also household employment, so maybe you just need to add David’s income in.

Squeeze in Gen X and you have the perfect turd sandwich!

What do you expect 30 Rock fans to be, farmers?