It was Harry Dean Stanton or M. Emmett Walsh, though there's surely a case to be made for Macy.

Buy the DVDs if you must, but by no means should you try to pick this show up midway through.

I keep waiting for someone to write a nice comeback role for Dana Ashbrook.

I can't recall where I read it, but I recall reading that Judy was supposed to be a highly trained chimpanzee or orangutan - some sort of simian - who had been Bowie's partner before whatever vague unpleasantness went down. That would've been… something.

I just watched Cisco Pike last weekend. Your take on that movie probably hinges largely on your fondness for Kris Kristofferson (the movie presumes it's very, very high), but I can't deny that the whole thing perks up and gets far more interesting once Stanton slouches into the picture around the 2/3 mark.

Not at all. The series is much more a comedy of manners, rather in the vein of a Pacific Northwestern P.G. Wodehouse.

Who's the towhead?

So let's talk about Judy…

The kid who loved this movie in high school is totally the kid who would never return your copy of Velvet Underground and Nico.

Somebody else would've broken both of her arms.

That was on the list, but ultimately we went traditional. The big clash was to name him after my beloved Grandpa Walkingeye or my wife's Aunt Helicoptro.

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This movie was on TV the first time I got to third base. It was one of those things where we'd spent the evening trying to pretend we weren't dying to tear each other's clothes off because we were both virgins terrified to make the first move. Then Crimewave came on TV and we finally had no more good excuses for…

I keep my VCR in the basement and often watch my old VHS collection while working out.

Everybody must get cloned!

"How's life, Mr. Peterson?"
"Just like me, Woody. It sucks."

Andy Milligan had his back-hunches and pierced eyeballs…

You and @avclub-ccc36675ce8d7286aff56ecccb53d0a5:disqus should hang out.

Come to think of it, I did go to an electronica show in a college dorm basement last winter. I was the oldest attendee by at least a decade. It felt pretty good to be a creep.

This reminds me that I'm 34 and will probably never attend another skeevy basement punk show and now I'm sad.