The spray-painted X is such a lovely little mindfuck, like coming across a high-school photo or something.

Funny, I visualized Big Jim as the other Walsh, M. Emmet, in the book.

I guess you never saw the early years of Looney Tunes. It was nothing BUT rape rape pistols rape.

Oh come ON, really? I know plenty of people hated the book's ending, but how the hell do they expect to leave a scenario like this open to a sequel?

Oh, thank god. I saw the headline and thought he'd been cast in the Barbie role, which, just, no. But I can totally see him as Big Jim.

Sometimes teachers get so much hate because of their relentless crusty-hippie 'free speech, man!' schtick, which is revealed as a total pose when they refuse to stand up to the sanctimonious student editor of the annual creative writing package, who insists on turning the project into their own little personal agenda.

I JAG WHENEVER I'M TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL

Like I said, he's not even really playing McClane anymore. It's not that he *isn't* a family man; there's just no sense at all that this is the same guy we saw in previous films. Seems like the writers at this stage of the series either have no interest in, or no talent for, maintaining any consistency with the…

Oh lord is this ever a shitty movie.

Forever Your Girls?

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER

Yeah, I had second thoughts on mentioning Cologne precisely because of the diaper verse, but I think it works within the context of the song.

Not everyone.

Also Bob Dylan's Love and Theft. As if "High Water (For Charley Patton)" didn't already sound apocalyptic enough on its own terms…

I refuse to believe that is a real person. I think you've got C-SPAN and SyFy mixed up on your cable system.

I agree that it sucks when something like BM is passed over simply because of a voter's own prejudices, but to be honest, both sides of the issue can get ugly.

"Shitty Crash…is it any good?"

I usually try to pace myself with a new album, even if I really love it, cuz there's nothing worse than hitting that wall where you're suddenly burned out and it no longer has that spark.

I remember cracking up the first time I heard Fair. Those bass notes at the end, just kinda…keep…going. Like a kid poking you in the arm. Luckily I found it funny rather than irritating.

It's on the 3CD version of Best Imitation of Myself: A Retrospective (a worthwhile purchase if you're a big enough fan).