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RIP Peegle Scalia (no idea why this video makes me laugh as hard as it does—curse you, Neil Cicierega!)

On the other hand, since I live in central NC, whenever I pass the road sign for Clayton...well, you can guess the rest.

Haunting of Bly Manor completely wrecked me (except for the penultimate episode, which really should have been a 5-10 minute flashback). So I’ll be checking this out for sure. Does anyone know if it’s based on a particular novel this time, as Hill House and Bly were? Not that it matters that much, as Bly actually took…

Fun fact: This was the first one of them newfangled DVDs that I ever bought. Seeing that it was available in this new pristine format convinced me to finally buy a player. For like $300 in 1999 money.

Much tamer, but still memorable: my hometown theater decided to pair the pleasantly forgettable Andre (about the seal, remember? The seal movie? No? Doesn’t matter) with Forrest Gump. Remember Forrest Gump? With Forrest emulating sex sounds to the guy leaving his house? The jizz in the towel scene? People getting…

SPOILER ALERT FOR 21 YEAR OLD MOVIE:

Oh God, Stigmata. The review could have been “it’s like Stigmata”, and I would have given a wide berth. The Ninth Gate, Lost Souls, End of Days, and even Dracula 2000 if you consider the “twist” at the end (which you should never, ever think about)...wtf was up with the late 90s-early 00s? Did we really need that much…

The point where I went from “OK, I guess I’ll keep watching because it’s a good time waster” to “APPOINTMENT TELEVISION IS STILL A THING” was Cheyenne’s dance when they were all locked in the store overnight. Which I *think* is season 1, but yeah, most shows have to find their footing is those first several episodes,…

Oh how I wish cellphone cameras were a thing in the 90s. That way I’d have proof that the marquee outside the local theater once advertised “Good Lil Cunt” (Good Will Hunting). Or the record store that boasted “Beat the meat with some cool husic”.

As someone who just puts on a concert video or a doc about a studio (the one on Hansa is pretty good) whenever they need a pick-me-up, I am excited about this. And I already have Prime, so: bonus.

The Pretenders? Breeders? Finally, shows about two of my favorite bands. Right? Right? I can only assume, then, that Sister Aimee is about Aimee Man, and Pink Wall is shorthand for Pink Floyd’s The Wall? P!nk covering The Wall?

I love the Wojtek story. They should make a movie about him, but not some Disneyfied feel-good crap. Like, an honest-to-god action/war drama.

Mouth Moods was my favorite album of 2017, period. It swept both the music and comedy categories. I was beginning to think there’d never be another one (the past 3 years have been an eternity in every way). I may just learn to smile again. GJI, indeed.

I still say Semisonic drummer Jacob Schliter’s book So You Wanna be a Rock & Roll Star: How I Machine-gunned a Roomful of Record Executives and Other True Tales from a Drummer’s Life is the best insider’s look at the music industry around the time of “hey, this ‘alternative music’ is a thing! let’s sign everybody—oh…

I used to make fun of Keanu as an actor (Much Ado About Nothing, BS Dracula, etc), after the joy of B&T and Point Break. Then I slept on him for too long until John Wick. Career trajectory-wise, he seems like he’d have no reason to hang out with Alex, react well to having “Wild Stallyns” shouted at him in public, or…

Hell, John Donne’s “Go and Catch a Falling Star” was a response to Marlowe’s “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”, which are poems, granted, but we’re talking 17th century here.

Um, it’s a tradition that goes back decades, if not centuries. Rufus Thomas’ “Bear Cat (The Answer to Hound Dog” from 1953 makes that claim right there in the fucking title. There are several compilations that are nothing but “answer songs”. I find it kind of embarrassing that a professional musician made that…

Yeah, I wasn’t on shoutweb. I probably would have enjoyed it, though. My road trips were in the late 80s because I’m old AF.

My favorite record store, CD Alley in Chapel Hill (RIP), technically didn’t have a public restroom, but I was friends with the owner, and the fact that we remained friends after everything I did to that poor toilet is, frankly, amazing.