Teach the Contra-Verse-y.

As a digital collections librarian who’s sifting through decades of bulk-scanned legacy forms and reports for a state historic preservation office’s developing online system, I sympathize with the folks who are making this happen. I imagine it’s a bit more interesting than my job, though. (I also have been digging…

My acquaintance David Bernabo, a Pittsburgh artist and musician, did a similar limited release once, though only at one place (a museum or library—I forget which) and without the auction angle.

“…the magic of Muppets Most Wanted isn’t one that’s seen or heard, but felt.”

My mother once had a PMS-themed cartoon calendar that had a Vanna White stand-in with the board reading something like “GO _UCK YOURSELF.” I called bullshit on this, since the letter F would have to be in both places if it were played.

Xenu is the Satan analogue in Scientology, not the God one.

[cues up Rufus Wainwright's cover of "Hallelujah"]

So, did anyone else try spamming the search bar with A.V. Club–related searches?

Let it be known (if not already noted): the version of "Hallelujah" in Shrek was Rufus Wainwright's, not Buckley's.

I smell a supergroup…

I prefer Wesley Willis's "UP 'N' AT 'EM ATOM ANT, YOU STUPID MOTHAFUCKA!"

By "Davis/White in ice dance," I thought you meant snowboarders Danny and Shaun. Weird mental image, that.

BIG JILM!

I bought the book for cheap for myself three years ago, but gave it to my younger brother for Christmas, since he introduced me to the film. (I'd digitized a tape copy of Sounds from True Stories some years back, too. It never had a CD release.) His reaction: "This is—pardon me, Mom—fucking awesome."

Spalding Gray's bizarre gesticulations during that speech are one of my favorite parts of that film.

My brother got me into the film after listening to our parents' CD of the Talking Heads "soundtrack." It is a beautiful film that I think deserves a better digital release. It has satire of contemporary middle-class American culture mixed with naïve awe at the same—something found elsewhere in David Byrne's work.

Forfty percent say you're wrong. And your agent says you for you to shut up!

My parents had Brothers in Arms, too. They had varied musical tastes. My wife, however, has Hot August Night.

As a teenage electronica fan, I listened to my parents' vinyl copy of "Pump Up the Volume" in 2000. I was really surprised around that time to find out that I had recorded myself paraphrasing the "Put the needle on the record" sample and the female vocal break as a seven-year-old in 1993. I sampled these reperformed…

I read this in John C. Reilly's voice.