Kill Bill had some gems, also — Shivaree's "Goodnight Moon," and a mariachi classic turned up to eleven, "Malaguena Salerosa" from Robert Rodriguez's band Chingon. For starters.

One of the (many) things that pissed me off about the director's cut of Donnie Darko was the rearrangement of songs in the movie. In the theatrical release, the sequence set to "Head Over Heels," starting from the back of the school bus and panning through the halls of the school was just absurdly wonderful. I can't…

The Crow soundtrack was mandatory listening for all the overdramatic, mopey goth-type kids of the era.

I like you, Gerbil, but careful with that aspen bedding — the essential oils in woods are known to cause respiratory problems for rodents.

George Takei, if you ever switch teams, you give me a call.
I love this man.

He built the "castle" in bits and pieces, with different contractors working on different parts so that none of them ever saw the project in its entirety. This also gave Holmes the chance to scam the workers — basically, he'd hire builders to do one part, then not pay them, and hire another company (that he wouldn't…

I think his name was Herman Mudgett. The "Herman" really puts it over the edge as a name no one would ever want.

The sad thing is, you know he must frequently encounter sycophantic assholes that are so incredibly excited to meet someone even marginally famous, and wind up fawning all over him and telling him how hilarious he is. A guy I work with actually talks with reverence about the time he met Rob Schneider, and how…

Whenever I'm in LAX, I spot comedians. No other celebrities, just comics. Brian Posehn, Penn Jillette, and terrifying 'roided Carrot Top. I'm pretty sure I saw Kevin McDonald, too, but could not confirm.

…splunge?

AV Club needs more voiceover work.
"For even under the penumbra of death, new life goes on—as it must."

I'm going as Sam Elliot in the Big Lebowski this year. I briefly considered "sexy Sam Elliot," hoping to give frat guys nightmares about the boobs/stache combo, but have decided not to disrespect the mustache in such a fashion.

…and real poo for my sham friends.

Stankonia. That's a nation, right?

These will be funnier if you imagine Joel McHale saying them.
Lara Flynn Boyle: It's Emaciated

Sun Kil Moon, "Carry Me Ohio."

A friendly gathering of citrus fruit! A lemon party, perhaps?

I don't know whether these guys just have some kind of crazy work ethic where they will play any show they're offered, but both times I've seen them have been in venues/setups that they frankly seem too damn good for. I caught them as an opening act — and I can't even remember for who — and then at a festival, on one…

Man, fuck time zones, I miss out on all the fun games. I vote Isaac Newton! Brilliant, not currently alive, probably died a virgin, would have looked terrible in a schoolgirl outfit, the OCD would have kept him far away from any scenarios involving force-feeding and vomit, and he neither owned a vagina nor expressed…

!= is an acceptable form of "does not equal," Fats, but be careful what you say about rock cellists. I hear the ladies of Rasputina will slit your throat with a pair of rusty sewing scissors.