I have that very book in my very hands. The author put an ad in the paper asking for KFC employees to get him some of the coating mix: he sent a cup of the stuff to a laboratory, which determined that there were four and only four ingredients — flour, salt, pepper, and MSG. There may have been a bunch of other things…

Or Pop-Tarts! The company is ADAMANT that Pop-Tarts are never to be referred to in the singular, which means that the plural of Pop-Tarts is Pop-Tarts, which makes NO SENSE.

They invented a great many ways to drop the ball, and used every single one of them.

Ok? It's obligatory.

Once again you could say the same thing about gay people, and in fact people do say it all the time: "How do you know you don't like sex with women if you've never slept with one?" For that matter, you could say it about straight people. You could also say it about literally anything that you like and someone else has…

He's attractive enough if you like the type, although frankly he reads as "second-tier gay porn studio performer": I could name a dozen athletes competing in the current Olympics who are much, much hotter. He certainly isn't worthy of the unhinged salivation of the article.

Fundamentalists like to make the same argument about gay people: "If everyone were homosexual, the human race would die out!" Asexuality isn't a disorder: it's part of normal human variation. There are plenty of people reproducing: a few percent of the population not doing so isn't going to cause the species to die…

There's the Videodrome, which….best to avoid that place, actually.

I didn't laugh much either: the whole thing was kind of meandery and blathery, interspersed with shock-value jokes. I really like his earlier specials and recordings but this one didn't work.

I hated the entirety of the movie *except* the ending, which is to say the scenes with Anne Hathaway, the alonest person in the universe, crouched before the cairn of the man she had loved. It broke my heart.

"My Dad Wrote A Porno" is joyous. I learned about it maybe three episodes into season 2 and immediately binged from the start. Now they're on twice a week, the actual episode on Mondays and the "Footnotes" episodes on Thursday, with surprise guests (Elijah Wood, a huge fan!) and other bonus content. It immediately…

It's KIND of scary, isn't it? At least disgusting-scary, like you can hardly stand to see what's in the pod after the experiment with the baboon, or what new revolting form Goldblum is going to take, or what hideous thing Davis is going to birth?

Well, an airplane kind of gets a titty-fuck, so that's close enough.

She's about one step removed from that, to be honest, with her "HOLD ON TO YOUR KNICKERS, GIRLS!"

Mission accomplished.

Terrible name, glorious pop song.

I think it was Anthony Lane reviewing "Spice World" who said that with that accent, Posh Spice was about as posh as Fagin.

Since I never read the book, I thought the movie was a perfectly good piece of entertainment: not great, but with a clutch of really gut-wrenching sequences and some good acting.

It probably doesn't mean what you think it does, though: it means "permeable to water". Alas.

Well, that brought me up short until I remembered that he was involved with a lady named Divine Brown.