He wanted to go to higher education where he could teach Eating Raoul in peace (and sexually harass) without being persecuted by The Man.

It can be four things!

"We are excited to expand our support of music at our SXSW activation …" What are we "activating," McDonald's, and do we really want to know?

They like to burst out of the back of a semi when they hit the highway.

I've got it! They saw the AV Club and its readers making endless fun of 50 Shades and conceived this as our punishment. Because punishment is what 50 Shades is all about.

Not to mention I keep wondering why a bunch of work done by other artists with Bjork as the subject is being treated and displayed as though it's Bjork's personal work. In fact, the only thing in the exhibit I've read about that isn't actually credited to/created by another artist is the music itself.

I'm tempted to enter because this is the first contest I've ever seen where the odds of winning are probably 1 in 1.

My scriptwriting teacher showed the class Eating Raoul—because, you know, great script. He apologized the entire time, saying he must have been high when he watched it the first time. He was, trust me—same as the time he came onto me on my 21st birthday. Good times.

I, too, always felt Orko the friendly ghost ruined everything, but I seem to recall having a fondness for Man-E-Faces way back when. Doesn't mean I will now. Time for some YouTube research. VERY IMPORTANT RESEARCH!

THAT SHOW WAS UNDERRATED.

I remember the review in the local paper for the live-action movie was written in poem form, and began, "There was a man, his name was He./He's a whole lot stronger than you and me."

Even in my youth, I couldn't help thinking the scene where Skeletor relentlessly whips a sweating, moaning, mostly naked He-Man was the most S & M thing I'd ever seen—and not something I really ever expected to see in a kids' movie.

This actually makes me feel better about the zero everything I've gotten in response to just having published my first novel, so thank you for taking the time to tell this story. It seems the way art is going, it's expected to be all free all the time, for everyone. You really are getting paid in "love" … if you're…

Don't worry, folks. He'll get the help he needs!

"She's got spunk. And she's getting it all over the Captain!" (Captain Tenneal, that is …)

"You are hearing me talk."

"His Semitic good looks …."

I felt this way at first, until I realized crappy acrylic black CAN actually look goldish in bright light, just as white can look light blue in dim light. Now that I can see the blue/black argument, what's freaking me out is less the black/gold part of the picture and more wondering how fabric that in reality is that…

Is it red or blue?

Thank heaven for AV Club, where people are actually discussing it rationally and trying to understand each other (for the most part). In every other site's comments, it's "IT'S WHITE AND GOLD!" "NO, YOU IDIOT, IT'S BLUE!" ad infinitum.