I'd say his current incarnation is a roaring success. I couldn't care less about celebrities. And if you're an 80s-era celebrity, I couldn't care even less than that! Nonetheless, I watched his early Howard Stern performance on YouTube more than once. And when this new thing popped up, I watched that too. That's more…

The Rising Tide and The Fire Theft are the only albums I've ever heard that make quoting Jon Anderson's Yes seem like an excellent idea.

It's not sad. It's joyous:

There's no other way to say this: The gay vaccine doesn't become active until spewed out of the back of your car. So Radcliffe will have to suck your tailpipe first.

For reasons I can't explain, I just found myself in Tokyo where the new Godzilla film is playing. I sprung for the 4D version (which is something that should be roundly mocked in these quarters).

There is a bit of cognitive dissonance for me here. If you ask me to believe that women are getting passed over for opportunities in the workplace, or any other sexist, backroom cigar-chomping bullshit you may mention, I'll buy it. Hell, I've probably personally witnessed it.

Those chemicals that sterilize us while making us gay are actually put in Gasoline. It's a much more effective delivery system than uselessly spraying crap where it becomes hopelessly dilute.

I remember being young and bored with the Beatles. I wrote this song called "Imagine." Imagine all the Beatles/Pushing daisies to the sky/Yoo hoo ooooo.

Is Ming the Merciless part of the canon? I'd hate to think that I watched hours of Space Opera for nothing.

You may be conflating capitalism with the ideal of a free marketplace. Capitalists hate competition, just like everybody else.

A lot of this boils down to taste, but I definitely detect a lot of "boilerplate" composition going on in action movie scores in general. It's a world of music that wouldn't exist without second-hand exposure to Wagner and Holst.

I went down to my favorite record store and there was nobody in it. "What the hell happened here?" I shrieked.

Right after I saw it, I joined my family for a trip to the Puget Sound. We took a ferry from Seattle to some tiny wooded island whose name escapes me. The first night, I had to call home to let my boyfriend know that I made it up there in one piece. I asked the lady who ran the B&B, “May I use your phone?”

I'm pretty sure the Beatles' interest in the Beatles drops off right after they quit touring and locked themselves in the studio.

I was traumatized by an animated special effect in an "Our Gang" short. Spanky was trying to frighten some criminals by throwing a scary shadow. I immediately wet my dress or whatever you called those gender-indeterminate things they made young kids wear back then. They say that being a perv is a choice.

Heavens no! Simply re-read what I've written here and imagine the important parts are italicized. Or covered in that grey spoiler thing you kids love so.

I used to live in a “hipster” neighborhood. I even made a fake Parks & Recreation poster and put it up all over the neighborhood: “Hipster Hunting Permitted During Infestation” with details on how to spot them and when they eat breakfast (late!). It was a very Hipster thing to do.

I think a lot of people believed that it really didn't matter who was president and that nearly anyone could hold the office. Political life would steamroll on in whichever direction it was directed. Bush the Second was the president that really drove home how important the office of president is. How a bad president…

Interesting choice. I was thinking about Leyland Kirby or the Lustmord guy. But I'm OK with the choice they made. It could have been so much worse.

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