Never gets old.

Revisiting “Sleepaway Camp” later in life is interesting. A couple Halloweens ago I made my wife watch it. It was literally during the scene when Aunt Martha is sending the two off to camp and she’s basically yelling her lines that my wife bolted up and said, with a mix of anger and alarm, “This is weird!” It’s like,…

“...now their echo chamber is a hermetically sealed bubble.”

Her career over the last quarter-century has taken such weird turns that I can’t say I endorse everything she’s done, but I have to say... I literally think “Never Said,” is one of the best songs ever written/performed.

Never gets old.

I read this when it was serialized, and for a novella it wasn’t bad. It was a pretty good touch when the sister goes into the grass to go to the bathroom or something, and then she calls to the brother saying she can’t get out, and he’s like ‘what the hell?’ and goes in to find her and he’s about 10 feet in, gets…

“Don’t do it kid! Dylan went Christian and it took him years to get his audience back.”

The thing about J&MC: Man I liked their songs and mood and wanted so much to be into them, but their albums were just always haphazard affairs. That’s why it was ironic that they ended their run-and the ‘90s-with “Munki,” a surprisingly solid, varied and enjoyable album. To me there was always a lot of irony in that…

I know this is an observation on par with The-Simpsons-shouldn’t-have-gone-on-this-long in its obviousness, but sometimes I wish they’d just leave well enough alone.

I love the idea that the man on duty at Ellis Island that day wasn’t having any of that Zombert shit.

I once read an interview in which prolific thriller writer David Morrell reflected on the strangeness of the fact that he created the character Rambo, and how far afield the culture had taken his character from its creation... he’s right.

I’m all for it, but damn, when I saw the headline I really wondered if anyone (especially in U.S.) even knew who he was. He’s an A-lister to those of us who haunt used bookstores for obscure 70s/80s horror paperbacks, for sure. 

Apart from the aforementioned accolades, I liked that he produced two of my favorite second-half ‘90s albums: D’Generation “No Lunch” and Guided by Voices “Do the Collapse.”

As someone who got a token Far Side desk calendar every Christmas for several years, I’d really need some time to come up with an all-time favorite, but one that always stuck out to me:

You woulda loved Bukowski. 

It’s strangely forgotten, but I say “Itchycoo Park” is one of the better ‘60s drug songs. The cheesiness wins me over. 

As I heard a couple weeks ago on a podcast:

And I, for one, have fire shoot out my dick. 

Goddamn I’m unable to wrap my mind around this concept, i.e., murderous socialists on motorcycles. Using “Road Warrior” as a reference point, I picture the motorcycle guy riding up alongside the car driven by our hero, but instead of brandishing a wrist-mounted crossbow, he extends his arm and tries to speak above the…

“a very fast round of golf”