And that's exactly how I read the quoted sentence … it's just that you didn't follow up by mentioning that the "surely imaginary relationship" turns out to be real.

Yeah, I was wondering about that too. It's like he zoned out for the whole LaFawnduh plot line — that ain't just the ending, it's a big part of the movie. Not even a spoiler, really.

Great article, by the way. I thought you were just supposed to throw out those examples that fell way outside the norm, but that probably just shows what I know about statistics. Still, you seem to see that concept on display right here. It almost isn't worth debating this movie, apparently, because the opinions, even…

More like the salisbury variety?

Like Schiels and Sheltie, I could instantly relate to the main characters in this movie, and surely that has something to do with its appeal for me. I had a close high school friend who looked a lot like Napoleon, but my uber-nerd period was middle school. I played the French horn, had unfortunate hair, hung out with…

I don't see it as distanced from the characters at all. I'd hazard that Napoleon is a triumphant exaggeration of the high school loser.

Gee, what a lot of unexpected vitriol. Picasso was kind of an asshole, too (though he never got called one).

Yes! By which time I will have earned the right, as they're now gracing my Netflix queue.

OK, 22 minutes ago.

If I had known anything about The Mighty Boosh five minutes ago I would have said:

This just in from the halls of academe: the Romanticists are ripping this movie a new one.

I have always been (who isn't) a huge Lennon fan; I can't say the same for Yoko. Of all the things she's done artistically, it's the conceptual art that sticks with me. But I don't fault her for having a career in music and I think the hating is mean-spirited and, frankly, juvenile. Her music is better than Julian…

PJ can stand for many different things!

I'm with you, Kid Dada. Why does she need to be bashed? That vocal on "Memphis, Tennessee," for example, is pretty innocuous. The whole performance captures the weird generational overlap of 1972 and still manages to be fun and funky. My question is, what the fuck with the vocal harmony? Why didn't Chuck take the…

Um, yeah, that is pretty much not at all the case, dr.

Pudding … pudding … I'm trying to think what other dessert to do …

Yes, in my pathetically underpopulated universe, it is very, very wrong — though easily rectified. Just start with that album. Who is this gangster eating a banana? you may at first ask, but verily, you will soon lose your shit completely (or else you are dead to me, dead I say).

He's immune from any jealousy on my part, which is saying something. I see what women see in him.

And I have tickets for San Jose in November. I had already made the joke that I hope he lives till then, about which I felt a pang of guilt after hearing this news. I don't feel in the mood to joke about it now — just glad he's ok.

That was a good line. And it leaves open the opportunity for a John Cale version.