Yyyup! The actual remote for the confetti cannon is held by a prop guy for the show. There isn't a bit to go with "my mum recently passed away", and the lead-in line used to be "a friend of mine was diagnosed with prostate cancer", which also didn't have a bit to go with it.

You think Lynch is taking the piss .. at this point? He's always taking the piss. That's his thing.

Man. Watching that ending clip from the original now, it's amazing what used to pass for acting, and cinematography (that stop-start-stop pan!), and editing (they look like they ride along the same bit of beach twice) back in the 70s. What used to be professional standard looks clumsily amateurish now that everyone's…

There's a German stand-up called Henning Wehn whose sets tend to be heavy on jokes about the fact that he's a German stand-up.

Just the words "summer of '78" make my heart hurt. I grew up on my older siblings' stash of MAD Magazine 1977-1983, and those years I barely saw are forever ingrained in my mind as a hazy sunlit pop-cultural Golden Age of teenagers feeding quarters to Pac-Man and cracking wise with doobies in the corners of their…

That sounds like the way I write all my shopping lists. My current one has a peace sign drawn on it for peas and "mice" for corn, because maize.

My older brother saw it when it came out, and went around in a suit and tie for the next .. uh .. how many years has it been? He's still wearing a suit and tie to this day, although he's graduated to pinstripes and silk ties for formal occasions and a brown tweed with a straw boater for weekends in the country. And…

Gawker had one that seems to be half right:

The N64 was the worst. Nintendo cheaped out on the video RAM to keep the price down, so each texture had to be like one tenth of a single byte in size, and that's why everything on screen at any time in any N64 game is a smeary eyestraining mess.

I could see listening to movies in the car. Unless it's The Matrix or a Wes Anderson joint or something else that's 50%+ visuals, why not?

I don't want to imagine Steve Bannon shoveled into a pair of tights.

That's one that's off target 90% of the time. You barely ever hear it properly applied, i.e. used to describe Status Quo, Dire Straits, and Oasis. It's always some goddamn "oh Soundgarden are dad rock because they're 20 years old" or "Tame Impala is dad rock because I've just received a sharp blow to the head with a…

I really blow hot and cold. I loved The Grand Budapest Hotel but got nothing out of The Life Aquatic, enjoyed Fantastic Mr. Fox and Moonrise Kingdom but fell asleep halfway through Royal Tenenbaums.

Nono.

Don't go out late at night in any British town, as a rule. Shit gets crazy. Especially on the weekends, but also on weeknights. Just go to a pub that keeps good old-fashioned opening times and go home or to somebody's "back-to-mine" at last call.

It may not be my most favorite aspect, but it makes the difference between a sandwich and a handful of mayonnaise and meat.

"I don't know why the authorities chose not to tell us about the accident before our concert.. if we had known prior to our performance we most likely would not have played at all."

It didn't really start off as a musical genre, either. Early American punk scene mainstays included, like, Talking Heads and Blondie. There wasn't much in the way of a stylistic orthodoxy.

One aviatrix, multiple aviatrices.

We're watching Season 1 since we ran out of Fargo and keep catching up to Twin Peaks.