I actually had a dream last night that Village Voice Media went bankrupt, thereby liberating the Voice and the other alt-weeklies in the chain. I remember hoping that someone would come along, buy them up, and rehire all the old writers who were canned over the past half-decade.

As someone who listened to Brain Salad Surgery and Tarkus repeatedly during my music-nerd phase in high school, I've found that the fun little throwaways from both albums (add "Benny the Bouncer" to the mix) are the only tracks I ever return to nowadays.

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Bedford Avenue?

I attended one of E Street's many midnight screenings of The Room. As you might suspect, the crowd was mostly high, rowdy, and carrying fake flowers.

If only Jimmy shot the spear out of his hand.

I imagine her character works on a TV show that looks something like this:

I think he'll figure it out soon enough. Granted that Manny didn't strangle Doyle to death, the news will probably get back to him soon enough. And though Jimmy has ticked off plenty of potential allies, I don't know who, other than Manny and maybe Nucky, would want to order his assassination at this point.

It's like I can reach out and TOUCH that Catholic guilt!

Yes, and Angela's death will likely disturb Richard as much, if not more, than Jimmy. It might bring the two partners closer together as they enact revenge on Manny and make the leap from half-assed to full-time criminals.

For me, Manny shooting Angela negated the mopey-Jimmy-wishes-his-life-could-be-so-simple moment. Made the whole scene go from schmaltzy to tragic (although it would've been better had the writers developed Angela more thoroughly).

We saw boobs when Angela's lover fell. Maybe HBO is trying to get a foot in the necrophilia market.

Crimson Tide, a mid-'90s submarine movie with Hackman and Denzel Washington, probably doesn't hold up. (Can't say for sure — I was 12 when I last saw it, and I don't trust my opinions from that age.) But I do remember this one scene where a guy had to close the hatch on some fellow sailors that he knew were going to…

Seconded. After Hours is one of his best. And even his dark, serious films have their moments of comedic brilliance. Like that scene in Mean Streets where Charley confronts Johnny Boy in the back room of the bar to discuss paying Michael: http://www.youtube.com/watc…

Got detention once because my 17-year-old almost-sideburns extended past the bottom of my ear.

I don't think so. "Gronlandic Edit" by Of Montreal and that Japanese Ponponpon video suggest otherwise.

There was $250,000 lining the inside walls of the banana stand!

Speaking of uncultured idiot friends: My family has a copy of "Unto the Sons" by Gay Talese on our bookshelf. (My parents aren't too literary, but the book traces the author's family from Italy to the U.S., and we're Italian-American, and my father is first-generation, so I guess it drew their interest).

All three of the Henry Miller novels I've read featured black-and-white cover photos of partially nude women, and my paperback copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover had a cover illustration that made it look like a romance novel.

Anders (or is it Ahmed!?) Behring (or is it Bahrain!?) Breivik (or is it Bolshevik!?).