I hope so. Bob and Doug were the Canadian answers to Homer Simpson years before Homer was even a balding yellow gleam in Matt Groening's eye.

I bet that worked like a charm!

Americans had it easy
While I, like Tasha, recall losing my shit once or twice because of Star Trek, for pure styrofoam-induced pants-wetting terror nothing beat Dr. Who. You know, the one with Tom Baker, the real Doctor. (You can tell how old an Anglophile is by which Doctor s/he considers the 'real' one.)

I think the soundtrack needs some irony potential. Kylie Minogue, Mojo Nixon, throw in a little B-52s for that '80s feel.

No sir! I am not a shill. I am a critic of an art form that, ancient as it is, has only found its voice with the Internets.

@mad:
I don't know what Alan Moore thinks a threatened alien invasion would do to society; but
1) we're told about twenty times that Ozymandias is a genius
2) the plan works, insofar as we know.

Watchmen certainly wasn't unreadable. And Anthony Lane's review definitely did betray a certain intellectual laziness/scorn for the source material. But…

I much prefer slow motion than the we-shot-the-fight-sequence-in-a-paint-mixer trend that seems universal today. Not sayin' slo-mo isn't cheesy, butit gives my stomach a rest.

The first two reviews I read of Watchmen were

Everyone, please go to Tarsky's page and read his comments. He's a troll, and a brilliant one: he combines the clueless noob, nationalist bigot /and/ pretentious self-proclaimed expert in one seamless package.

(With apologies to James Thurber)

Love Civilization, and Junta, but Diplomacy….phbbt.

Fictional Strumpet:
Sure, the chastity belt might not prevent Mary from being impregnated (I seem to recall that she was inseminated through her ear anyway; is there a book I can look up this sort of stuff?)

Wasn't there a Cookie Monster spoof of the song?

Uiphiawo,

Puuuurrrvvv:

We want, I was undergoing some very strange symptoms when I wrote that. The problem wasn't that I was on drugs, no sir ee. The problem was that I was ~off drugs.

Them?

Kid Dada, one pregnancy freaked me out WAY more than most…

…You know, after a certain level, self-delusion is no longer funny but is just sad. For a very privileged few, it becomes epic (iron-clad examples: Emperor Norton I and Master Legend.)