Speaking as someone who put about 600 Wesley Willis songs on shuffle while at the office this month (in earbuds) and liked it, I say: Boooooo.

Not from Troy—moved here after a stretch in Columbia, SC. I think it’s an improvement in some respects.

When my family passed through Knoxville in the late ’90s, I was excited to see the Wigsphere Sunsphere because of this episode.

Another Trojan in the AVC family? [waves from Lansingburgh; slips on a discarded chip bag]

Dang! We got our engagement photos in Charleston three years ago and all we got were some romantic shots!

I almost cried during the “Pale Blue Dot” sequence, sitting on the couch with my wife and our dog on the eve of our second wedding anniversary. I occasionally have those cosmic thoughts. Of course, I’ve returned to the mundane preoccupations today.

Wait wait, don’t tell me—this movie’s just okay?

And after bashing his head, he’ll pickitup, pickitup, pickitup…

Ketchfwaze!

It’s probably been stated, but the two plots did connect at the end: Bart made it seem that Milhouse saved the crowd from the fireworks disaster caused by Homer and Hank Azaria as an Italian stereotype.

God’s Jest, Ye Merry Gentlemen

You’re grammatical atrocities is showing…

And she would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids…

I don’t follow sports, but I enjoyed this athletic version of “This Was Pop.” I’ll check back next time. And whoever came up with the name J.V. Club deserves a Chrimbus bonus.

This morning, I dreamed that I was invited to a party at Courtney Love’s house. I walked past some Kurt Cobain memorabilia and noticed that Ms. Love was rather reserved compared to her public persona. She also had bike parts hanging all over the place. (I volunteer at a community bike shop.) Somehow, the house became…

They shit themselves in their videos? Metaphorically, I suppose…

I liked that the Lego pry-apart tool was the cross stand-in.

I saw Thunderbirds Are Go as a wee bairn and could still sing the “Shooting Star” chorus in college. Thanks, Dad!

Octet (Eight Lines) and Music for a Large Ensemble take me back to freshman year of college, and are absolutely beautiful to me.

One of my great experiences of young adulthood was taking a late-night bus to New York from Pittsburgh for two concerts in honor of Reich's 70th birthday. The musician friends he'd amassed over almost 40 years were there to perform Music for 18 Musicians, Drumming, Different Trains, and Electric Counterpoint, among…