The ones over 30 hurt more, as you not only do stupid things driven by base desire, you ACTUALLY REALIZE YOU'RE BEING STUPID as you do them.

Why not just stay in this time and slap him instead? That is a pretty hideous thing for him to say and for you to have tolerated.

First thing I thought of. If I worked from home I'd suffer from dehydration, chapping, and libido so shell-shocked from escalating levels of perversity in online entertainment I'd be un-arousable anyplace but Germany.

Two women that I know of were into both my brother and me. Definitely an "eew" reaction. One, I could just tell, as she'd get pretty flirtatious if she was around just one of us and by brother commented on this as well. She behaved very well if we were both there. The other I only know about because my brother told me…

Sure, a lesson in morality from Mister I'm My Own Grandpa.

A good friend in college ONLY dated Asians. I think any woman who found out she was his type would have had a horror movie moment and grabbed her clothes at a dead run to get away.

Now I have to check out Svankmajer. I first saw some of the Quays' work when it was new in the 80s, shared by a friend who also turned me on to The Residents, RAW comics, and other disquieting things. He was always able to get more deeply into eerie art than I: four hours of their animation would leave me feeling…

Vince in the sequined catsuit and white boots in The Crimp? I'm straight as a Kansas highway but that shit was hot fuel for surreal humping.

That was THE place to see great bands for a while. Blondie was… interesting.

As an Atlantan, a musician, and a human being, I find all of that terribly sad. When your life is centered around a burlesque imitation of wealth (yeah those Magic City guys have money but I've had lunch with fucking Vanderbilts and that's some serious scratch) and sexuality and acting like adolescents on a…

This article seemed high on unnecessary snark. You know, not every AV Club writer needs to reach into the Sean O'Neal bag of sarcasm for every news item.

I think there are a handful of us here…

Rasputina was at the EARL and I wasn't invited? Though the restraining order Melora issued may not have expired.

You can be Victoria Coren if I get to be David Mitchell. I suspect he's not as unhappily acerbically angry as he lets on, and my goodness he married a funny, charming and good-looking woman.

Okay, if we must play THIS game I'd be Sir Mark Sykes in 1917. I'd have seriously changed the 1918 Sykes-Picot Agreement, NOT divided the entire Middle East into colonial packets, and spared the 20th and 21st century countless bloodletting and misery.

Plus fabulous hair and probably gets to hang out with Noel Fielding. Okay, I'd be Noel Fielding. He seems to be brilliant, childlike, and probably gets more trim than a barbershop floor.

I'm not so sure Miyazaki is happy. He seems obsessed by his work, and I get the impression it's strained his family relationships. Also he seems so happy over the idea of humanity being extinguished that his late-night thoughts must be profoundly dark.

If they aren't currently living? Paul Newman is the correct answer.

Yeah, if we're talking "shallow turn-offs" that's the one I'll bet is most universal and also least unacceptable to admit. I've always been pretty lean - skinny genetics, running and bicycle racing - and I guess I'm attracted to women who also are slim.

To find faulty the syntax of a 23-year-old Italian who is apparently sexually insatiable and suggests you watch porn while she performs unspecified things is truly to look a gift horse in the mouth. Oh to be in my 20s again. And attractive. And socially acceptable.