Gonzo. Or Janice from The Electric Mayhem.

*green slime falls on you*

I'd rather choose a "You Can't Do That On Television" and "Dangermouse" marathon over this nonsense.

Somewhere, Ben Gibbard is daydreaming. Daydreaming very hard.

No, I agree. I've seen groups of framed family photos on walls that smack of such forced emotion.

Ugh. This couple is so excruciatingly happy that it makes smiling feel like a useless human function.

The "More" soundtrack is ace.

Trust me, you're not. They're sonic headaches. Those two tracks are pre-Meddle, btw.

Pirates of the Carapean

I'm too busy trying to imagine him with Steve Buscemi's eyes.

In Mother Russia, you don't make love to camera. Camera makes love to you.

Miracle Man: RDJ as a multi-millionaire who secretly provides funds to cash-strapped public services programs in the inner city.

I'm guessing while shooting "Melancholia", Lars von Trier and Kirsten Dunst shared a special bond, since Lars always had that "Manic Nazi Dream Girl" quality.

I suppose it would sound quite hilarious to hear Jack Black singing "Have A Cigar" or "Waiting For The Worms".

As much as I love Pink Floyd, nobody can ever convince me that "Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast" or "Several Species of Small Furry Animals In A Cave Grooving With A Pict" are listenable.

The Piper At The Gates of Dawes

Or her mousse. From L'oreal.

I thought it was more like a combination of "Who farted?" and "I know it was you".

The streets are paved with golden showers.

I was going to say the same for Activia yogurt, but since you got there already…