I thought you were talking about the band Rush, and I thought, “Wait—weren’t they Canadian already?”

The actor Sean O’Neal, however, might be okay with it. Match him with Melissa Joan Hart and you have a ’90s sitcom reunion in the works! Oikos might spring for it.

Mommy Digital printed off a copy of this comic (“What we say to dogs” / “What they hear”) and changed the dog’s name from Ginger to Gidget, the name of my dog and her “granddogger.”

They were big enough to have a laser show, which I had the misfortune of seeing at Carnegie Science Center in 2004 with my ex-girlfriend and her family. I would’ve preferred the Pink Floyd one, but it was the wrong night.

I recall a news story about someone pissing their seat during Titanic, so this is the next phase in Cameron’s process of elimination.

Jet were. They TOS’ed soon after playing the St. Pat’s at Five Points festival in Columbia, SC, a few years ago.

I was at a party last weekend in which I dropped a reference to Are You Afraid of the Dark? and nobody had heard of it. The people present were college students about a decade younger than me. It was probably my first “Hey Nineteen” moment.

Lady Digital, who begrudgingly tolerates my time reading A.V. Club, laughed about as hard as I did at the pizza line.

As are my grandparents!

Some of the audience laughter may be alcohol-enabled—at least at Tanglewood Music Center, where Lady Digital and I joined hundreds of people picnicking on the lawn outside the Koussevitzky Music Shed and drank whatever we had packed while laughing through another familiar broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion.

He’s in the news business, Mr. Swaggins. He has to ask that.

Well, he did say asshole in Bill Cosby: Himself, but he was already in the “venerable” phase of his career by then.

The still for the video looks like some gritty urban indie film, with Ignatiy as the smooth talker about to put one over on fresh-from-the-fields kid Sean.

Maybe someone should start a Kickstarter to raise funds to write and direct such a comedy film!

I propose the throwback neologism auto-’type.

Please, the preferred nomenclature is yucateco/a.

I thought it might relate to the big-budget Vivid Video porn parody Pirates.

And “Imagine,” which ends by rhyming one with itself. Interestingly, Girl Talk’s All Day ends with this, and begins with the “masses” couplet of “War Pigs.”

Rumor has it Smith will also perform a collaborative piece with Andres Serrano entitled “Piss Christ Factory.”

No, no, Xenu is the villain!