I didn't know who Thomas Dolby was when I first saw Toys. Learning who Thomas Dolby was in subsequent years just made me like Toys that much more.

Same boat here. Toys was honestly one of the films that made me into a genuine film lover. It looked like nothing else I'd ever seen and set such a strange, offbeat tone that 13-year-old me was in love with it immediately. I rewatched it when Robin Williams died and I still like it a lot. All of the stuff that made me…

"We've created a revolutionary arts distribution system that's changed the way America consumes film and TV, we've given people access to thousands of works of art that they might otherwise never have had the chance to discover, and we've decimated the business model we sought to replace and salted the earth behind…

Yes. My estimation of Spotted Cow has dropped a lot in recent years but Moon Man is unimpeachable.

I'm even a little dicey on #2. I grew up in Wisconsin and had no idea until I moved elsewhere that having upwards of 30 drinking establishments in a town of 8,000 people* is not the national norm. I'm all for open access to drinking - Minnesota's liquor laws are imbecilic - but jeez, that just seems like too much beer.

We got a Violent Femmes song out of it, which is the highest measure of success for a Wisconsin thing.

"This" meaning "anyfuckingthing."

Not to mention the self-absorbed groupie in Nashville. I feel Keenan Wynn's righteous fury at her missing her aunt's death.

Roger Ebert gave it four stars and noted that even the baby playing Swee' Pea looked typecast. I'm with Ebert.

Pat Boone trying his damnedest to sell Space Ghost on his ironic "Haha, I'm a lame old man doing heavy metal covers" schtick and Space Ghost leaving him out to dry is one of my favorite Space Ghost moments.

In the really really bad Harry Nilsson/Ringo Starr movie Son of Dracula, Nilsson plays a reluctant vampire who is also a rock star and goes by the pseudonym of "Count Downe." That was my first thought upon seeing this title, which doesn't speak well of my choices in life.

Fair point. Instead of spreading mild gossip about the stars of Hee-Haw and various cowboy movies, I should've been composing a hyper-violent novella about Sheb bringing down a police-sanctioned torture-murder ring while screwing his way through the country music novelty scene of late '60s Bakersfield.

I'm never gonna understand sabremetrics.

And she and Paul F. Tompkins can be one thing!

True, but her marital status may hurt her with the more "traditional" judges.

Boy, that's a tight race. I think I have Mary out front but really it's anybody's field.

UPDATE: Yes, that was very good. Not "chase away the all-enveloping psychic sludge that makes me wish I and everyone else on this godforsaken orb was dead" good, but good nonetheless.

This type of thing is why I never got into The Sims. I could only ever get my Sim through a few hours of normal life before I started refusing to let him talk to other humans, eat, sleep, bathe or use the toilet. If a game doesn't want me to force my character to die slowly and miserably in a puddle of his own…

This is why I haven't played Chip & Dale's Rescue Rangers in decades. I don't think my brother and I ever successfully played in two-player mode without one of us eventually picking up his teammate, carrying him to the top of a ledge and hurling him to his death. Finding out that that's not fun anymore would destroy…

Man, Sleepers the book really did a number on me when I read it in high school. I got it mainly because the movie was coming out soon and I presumed a crime/prison memoir that got adapted for Dustin Hoffman, Robert DeNiro, Brad Pitt and Kevin Bacon was a can't miss. Turned out that not only had I drastically…