Possibly the only time I've ever noticed a woman staring at me hungrily was the time I stumbled into Anne Rice at random at a bookstore. If I hadn't been so flummoxed by the female gaze, I would have jumped at the hours of spanking and denial that surely awaited me.

I want to see a body-horror version of Greg Bear's "Blood Music." Now that's something everyone can enjoy together!

I still enjoy Full Contact with Chow Yun-Fat. That's a Ringo Lam picture. It's rambling, violent and discursive like any film meant to be half-watched over drinks. It also has a hilarious gay villain done up in classic bad taste. You never see him without his simpering twink, whom he refers to lovingly as "my stuff."

According to spiritcooking.com we should all make sure that this guy reaps the whirlwind. Who's for a poorly informed mob with satirically pointy sticks?

Naw, he wasn't Bowie or Prince. He was the kind of songwriter that Bowie or Prince would cover.

I am old, so I have a different perspective. The very reason why we had two gawdawful choices (someone who would be violently gridlocked throughout their presidency and an inexperienced con man) this election is because people see voting third party as a hopeless act. And it is hopeless, over the short term. Over the…

"Your opportunities are not here. Your job opportunities are in Afghanistan. And your child's education disappeared on a pallet earmarked for the reconstruction of Iraq. Can't you see? You spent that shit. Don't come crying to me, loser!"

To be fair, many women who voted for Trump saw the parade of grotesque sexist behavior as a carefully timed smear campaign. You know, like something Karl Rove would have done had he been working in direct opposition to Trump. The timing of the accusers seemed low and opportunistic to them.

"It's Man!"

Or a funny comic strip.

The thing that makes the whole piracy thing so vague is that most of us still remember physical media. If I have a copy of "Ernest Loses a Kidney" on DVD and a friend wants to watch it, I just loan it to him. If he ever gives it back, I can try and sell it at my lame "Gay Rage Sale" along with some dated flatware.…

If you've ever done any government work, there are a couple of things you'll notice: 1) The past-their-spoilage-date management does not do computers; and 2) The network works only intermittently, thus confirming to said ancient management that computers are a complicated load of horse puckey.

Yep, that's what used to drive me nuts about Dowager when it was on the air. You know what scifi nerds liked in the 1990s? The Internet and Science Fiction. You know what you could get all over the Internet in the 1990s? Porn. You know what you couldn't get on the Internet in 1990s? A decent Science Fiction show.

I know! I told one guy "I hope your daughter grows up to be just like your new First Lady" and I got flagged and banned. It's Political Correctness gone mad!

They're conspiracy theory-minded folks. When you write novels, you toss in a Shakespeare quote before a chapter begins. When you write baseless conspiracy theories, you toss in a little Protocols of the Elders. It's a tradition.

Am I the crazy one here? Am I the only one that sees a typeface where everyone else sees a font? It just makes me so…angdifferent. That's the word I'm looking for.

I wanted to be a newspaper comic strip artist when I was a kid, so I bought a lot of (now rare) collections of various strips with my food money. I appreciated Krazy Kat, but it didn't hold up for me over the long term. Popeye really holds up — when you read it, you are reminded constantly that "the past is a…

It takes a truly deranged imagination to mine nightmare fodder out of Moomins. It's like putting a carnivorous feeding scene in My Neighbor Totoro.

Nope. This is a Canadian deal. Expect to relive the genius that was FM on $30 vinyl. Coming soon.

Well, if you need some training wheels to get into the genre, have I got a lavish reissue for you.