That was the first thing I thought, too. Only the ballsiest comedy ever made. Perhaps because it's brilliant on its own and doesn't lean too heavily on being a parody of Westerns, it's not strictly speaking part of this group of movies… but still it is a parody of racism. Or maybe a parody of Manifest Destiny, or…

A Swedish female friend sent me two videos many years back. Both involved penetration of that particular pathway, one of a male and one of a female. She's a pretty strange women, yes.

As a dude, I can tell you I've not only lost all interest in sex, but my penis has lost all sensation from the involuntary shrinking of every capillary 'tween knees and chest. I also no longer want breakfast.

He's repeatedly said they were not aliens but demons, and we don't know where to put actual, literal, fanged demons in our reality, so we pop them in a slot called "aliens." Hence the holy water and elements of faith.

I'm not a fan, but if I squint my brain real hard I think I see what M Night is trying to do. He's telling parables in his own very specific idiom, and his vision makes him overplay some elements while not addressing others simply because he "gets it" and doesn't understand why others don't. Like in Signs there is a…

I agree. I don't care for Megadeth or Mustaine's politics, but a powerful, well-played return to form by a much-loved band sounds like B+ to A territory. Then be clear that the didacticism of the lyrics holds it back from that high a rating and give it a B with demerit.

Kanye's an innovator but that statement is kinda like going to a wake and announcing that ya'll won't miss the departed really since I, the most amazing human being the world will ever produce, will take up the slack. The mourners don't even know who the hell you are or why you just said that, and it's not polite.

I… basically agree with you, but admit I'm bugged by people who never seem to show any humility or awareness that while some of us are good at music and some of us are good at surgery and some of us are good at being parents, we're all human. He comes across as genuinely unable to understand that everyone doesn't…

There are equally capable vocalists performing in bars in your town tonight. However, none of them were the fruit of the loins a top-selling country artist who sent his little girl off to be marketed by Disney.

You just defined the 90s for me. Add Shirley Manson in the mix (I have a thing for potty-mouthed gingers) and I'll be back soon. Give me five minutes.

I'm not sure I could have exhibited enough self-control to masturbate "later." Well-done, sir!

Magnapop? Linda or Ruthie?

I caught Ms McDowell checking me out while I was in my boxers, changing backstage in a theater. To answer bullshit hypothetical questions along the lines of, "So you're alone in your underwear with a gorgeous celebrity, what do you do?" here's my answer.

If as important syntax as is logic want point you your be understood to.

"the women to knock the brothers unconscious, using eyedrops surreptitiously mixed into their drinks"

I honestly haven't noticed much mocking or hate. People seem to be pretty civil and sympathetic for the most part.

Smart money is they release the same movie but with different titles, simultaneously.

Hard to say… if I think "Iiiiiim… yer little señorit-er," I can't help but smile, though I guess What's Opera, Doc? is maybe a bit more of an artistic statement.

HUMANS DO NOT YET KNOW THE MEANING OF SUFFERING!

Also Beethoven's final string quartet, with its "Muß es sein?" question.