Thanks. Now I've got to find a new reason to go on living.

But does anyone know — or care — who sings the opening title? It's driving me mad, I tell you. Mad. Do you hear.

The old title sequence was terrific — the Beach Boys song, the thin ice metaphor, the skating. This new one — I don't know yet. I recognized the song vaguely. It's a British band — the Earlies or the Engineers?

If Tom Waits ever gets nominated, he needs to hire and impersonator to go in his place — and then sue the Hall of Fame. Always keep a diamond in your mind.

Oh, sure, — like there's something wrong with these
Fisting Nazi Grandmas

Dont Come Around On My Face No More

"Irritate the Torpedoes"

Tom Petty's wife
After sex, she'd say "Let me up, I've had enough." He'd tell her, "Break down, go ahead and give it to me, baby. Break down, take me all through the night." They only talked in album and song titles.

Clyde's doing a documentary show with 1970s animal sidekicks: Fred the basset hound from "Smokey & the Bandit" and Bear, the chimp, from "BJ and the Bear" — which is still most awesome gay porn duo name ever. Other than "Mom and Dad."

AV Club, the Shazam. The Shazam, the AV Club.
Learn their name now. You'll be screaming it later.

Like retarded nails on a retarded chalk board
There is no beloved American blockbuster movie I despise more than "Forrest Gump." None. Worse, I hate its supporters as badly as I hate the movie. They're all of the "Huh, how can you not like it?" Because, Mom, just because.

Maybe it's because I can't spell the fucker's name, clearly. And I agree about the Dr Seuss with Tourette's. Especially when he serves the green eggs, ham and heroin.

Good to hear that Cold 6K left others cold
I tried to crack it open again recently but couldn't do it. Failed, failed, failed. Felt like Elroy doing an impersonation of Elroy. I'll give Blood's a Rover a sniff.

Magic?
You, sir, are either a scoundrel or a magician for you have made my money disappear!

Peter Cooper hates steroids 'cause they remind him of Moby Teeth.

I beg to differ
I saw this yesterday, prepared for the worst. Eighty-eight minutes later, I can say it's not THAT bad. It's a B picture — and I mean that in a good way. Everyone's a little off (performance, directing, acting) or a lot off, depending on your expectations, but by no means is it as unwatachably bad as…

Movie. Not move. It's a bad move too.

I Heart Huckabees in the ass.

It's sad about Walter
He has to go see a quack like Paul because Frasier and Miles refuse to treat him.

Funions are awesome, yo
Another stellard ep in the best show on TV not named "Mad Men."