Mom, I'm interested to hear this reaction. The subject matter is deeply emotional, to be sure. My daughter and I didn't have this reaction but we may both have been focused more on the look and feel of the film and the ideas it deals with.

Just got back from the theater
It's deftly written, beautiful to look at, very funny and sad by turns. Great use of music, especially Daniel Johnston's "Worried Shoes." I'm not sure it's really a kids' movie at all, not that this is a bad thing. It is a clever exploration of how the world feels from inside a child's…

Bob was nearly arrested for vagrancy not too long ago, too. So he's got that going for him.

She's no Lucy Pinder.

Bless you, Ellsworth Toohey, for linking "Maria Elena" with "Terraplane Blues." That I am not the only one with such a mental list is pretty damned nice to know.

Sorry to be that guy, but "Ode to Billie Joe" is 1967 and "Harper Valley PTA" is 1968. Great songs of course.

"You don't have to like the band or listen to it, but it's hard to deny its quality and its importance." See, that I totally agree with.

How about "Pablo Picasso" for slow, slinky cruising in the city? Either the Modern Lovers or the John Cale version will do.

I thought their most mainstream album was Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart. Whatever, I love Camper Van Beethoven. "Eye of Fatima" would be a terrific driving song.

Ah yes, Harbinger, when I was 15, I too was obsessed with David Bowie, my gateway to Bauhaus, The Cure, Depeche Mode, The Smiths, Joy Division, and the rest of that ilk, all of which I finally traced back to the Velvet Underground. In other words, an alternate Zepless universe.

Wow, I haven't thought about Joe Frank in years. Thanks for the reminder. Is he still around?

Some of us are uncomfortably close to Steve Buscemi's character in Ghost World, or Lloyd Llewellyn, or any other Dan Clowes stand-in, or Dan Clowes himself for that matter. To wit, the popularity of something is in inverse proportion to our ability to enjoy it. This makes us a lot of fun to be around, I assure you.

I don't hate 'em, I just don't really care. I come down on the Lou Reed side of that divide, if that makes any sense. LZ has always seemed kinda wanky to me, with bad lyrics. Like a couple of baby steps away from Spinal Tap.

Guns and Roses makes me want to drive into oncoming traffic, but I'm down for "Wouldn't It Be Nice." One of the all-time great sing-along songs that will never be ruined by repetition.

Actually, I believe he was the original drummer for the Shitty Beatles.

No, the Malkovich thing was scary. I'm fixated on the 40 Year Old Virgin version of Keener. A warm, lovely person who actually doesn't mind if you're a fuckup who rides a bike.

For what it's worth, all professional sports are a horrible waste of time. Carry on though, don't mind me.

Rapist's wit? Is that like a rapier wit but rape-ier?

Also, she apparently has skill in fire eating. That takes my love for her to the next level.

Fuckin' A. By which I mean, this album deserves an A. He sounds revitalized. He has such a huge backlog, it would be cool to see him do an album of older songs with this producer.