I hate to say it, but "Goodbye, krill world!" is actually pretty good.

Editors in general tend to be unsung heroes. I just saw Walter Murch (Apocalypse Now, The English Patient) speak at the Chicago Humanities Festival, and he really is just the smartest fucking guy in the world.

This really is my personal movie event of the year. I watched the rediscovered scenes last week, and it was jaw-dropping—I couldn't believe that this footage still exists. The scene with Rossellini and MacLachlan on the rooftop, in particular, is one I've been waiting to see my entire life.

Your guilty conscience may move you to watch The Simpsons, but deep down
you long for a cold-hearted Republican to start his own network, satirize liberals, and rule you like a king.

Agreed. It took me a long, long time—and a lot of nagging from Ms. Information—to read that book, and I was pleasantly surprised by how ingenious it was.

But I think you still need to catch the Snitch to end the game. (If I'm wrong about this, hopefully a bigger fan of the series will enlighten me.) Which means that your strategy ought to be centered entirely around catching the Snitch, not scoring meaningless goals for no particular reason.

To clarify: the problem with Quidditch is that, as I understand it, whoever catches the Golden Snitch (which is worth 150 points) automatically wins the game, which makes all other point-scoring meaningless. It would be one thing if there were a strategic element to scoring goals—for example, if scoring points slowed…

Bad rules can be worse than no rules. The real offender here is Quidditch. As one of my friends likes to point out, the rules of Quidditch could only have been invented by someone who didn't really care about, or understand, sports.

I did. It turned out okay. But Ms. Information won't let me forget it.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, which video has been blocked by NBC Universal most of all?

The caption for the photo above should have been: "Line?"

"Heidegger? Fuck that shit! Hans-Georg Gadamer!"

This makes me feel kind of blue.

Some of the early strips about the dad's drinking are pretty funny. Here's another good one.

Glen Keane was evidently the original model for Billy. And yes, he's actually one of the most accomplished traditional animators alive.

I'm still mystified by the fact that with all the pop cultural ephemera discussed on this site, the rediscovery of 50 minutes of lost footage from Blue Velvet hasn't even merited a mention.

I just want a prequel to Hudson Hawk.

No, I agree. Floating Into the Night was one of my favorite albums for years. Apparently Cruise and Lynch had some kind of falling out, which is a shame, because that first album is quite amazing.

Julee Cruise or GTFO.

This post exhibits two-dimensional thinking.