fucking keyboard. Anyway: when I saw him with a voice credit for VB, my brain nearly exploded.

Between Metalocalypse and Home Movies, I will enthusiastically watch anything Brendan Small has done. When I saw his name

I love the hell out of Singin' in the Rain, but as musicals go, where's the love for Sweeney Todd? I've never caught a live production, but the movie was great. Sure, Helena Bonham Carter can't really sing, but the squirrel Sasha Baron Cohen had stashed in his tights nearly made me pee myself laughing. Also:…

I'm not sure if it's the creepy little chiclet teeth …
… but the screamy Obama looks like he's animated by Mike Judge.

Sigh … I wish I would find Andrew Bird waiting in MY bathroom …

Damn, we almost had a meeting going.

Kava pills aren't nearly as much fun as drinking the real stuff — it looks like dirtwater, and has an interesting flavor progression as you try to choke it back: from bitter cucumber to twigs and sticks and finally on to the flavor, appropriately, of dirtwater. Oh, and it makes your throat go all numb.