I always wondered what Santa was doing the other 364 days a year.

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I've already let my kids go feral. It's really the only way to prepare them for what's coming.

In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan

Now I wonder what other craptastic stuff I'm missing as a blissfully float along in my Firefox bubble . . .

Sean's contempt for "the norms" suggests he's already for the upcoming AV Book Club discussion of "Geek Love."

Yes, Louder Than Bombs was my gateway to The Smiths too. My skater dude friend made a cassette copy for me in '88 and I played it until it wore out. By then I was able to replace it with the CD version and it's holding up pretty well (literally and figuratively).

I agree with you Erik, and I humbly propose that Violator is the best album of the 90s. It's gotta be, since it's the only album from that era that I actually still listen to.

I found Yo Gabba Gabba to be pretty trippy and not in a good way. I watched with my kids once and had "don't, don't, don't bite your friends" stuck in my head all day. If that's how you turn kids into hipsters, I'm okay with mine just being nerds.

Flip Wilson
My dad had a Flip Wilson comedy album he would play for us. I don't know what I enjoyed more—listening to Flip or watching my dad laugh his ass off. I can't wait until my kids are old enough to listen too.

For those of you who mentioned Romeo & Juliet with Zombies, check out the movie trailer for "Romeo & Juliet vs. The Living Dead":

What is the most efficient way to move ferret currency, if it's not those bank drive-thru vacuum tube thingies?

Thanks for the suggestion. I've been skimming the comments looking for suggested books by FEMALE authors and it's been slim pickings . . .

I like their Smiths cover
They played a cover of "There is a light that never goes out" on our local radio station:

I'm with Riff. Kate Winslet had the best Extras cameo. And it's even funnier now that she got an Oscar for doing a Holocaust film . . .

Any of those Rankin Bass Christmas specials
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, in particular, gave me the creeps. I haven't gotten over it either. I don't let my kids watch any of them, and someone gave us a set of Rankin Bass Christmas tree ornaments a couple of years ago and I pretty much flipped out.

Pride and Prejudice (the BOOK)
Maybe I was pretty clueless as a teen, but I was just as surprised as Elizabeth Bennett when Darcy first declares himself. I'd love to be able to read that for the first time again and not have Colin Firth, Keira Knightly, etc. from the TV/movie versions coloring my mind's eye, too.

I feel compelled to admit now that I am neither buck-toothed nor currently in Luxembourg. I am, however, wearing black on the outside, because black is how I feel on the inside.

Is anyone else concerned that Falco is on the soundtrack for this film?
Rock Me Amadeus.

My husband has been forced to listen to a lot of these albums recently due to the fact that he lives with me. I caught him tapping his foot to Yankee Bayonet the other day, so I think he's starting to succumb. He also didn't complain when I played "Hazards" in the car at a volume that made the car shake. Perhaps…