I chewed my cud a bit on this one, but got the "best" ending on my second go-round.  And then I laughed at the conclusion.  Which made me feel majorly dirty.

Yes, always.

Feeb!  Dodo!  Idiot!

We go from sentence upon sentence about Robert Forster's cock into…The Black Hole.

Humorous catchphrase!

Of recent vintage, his response to Atlas Shrugged was side-splitting:  "And now I am faced with this movie, the most anticlimactic non-event since Geraldo Rivera broke into Al Capone’s vault."

Hey, urethra Goebbels fan or you're not.

Norm McDonald had a brief bit as Andy Rooney during the gutter years of SNL that I remember made me laugh.  "I get a lot of LETTERS from people.  I read some of them.  I DON'T read other ones.  I guess that makes me a 'bad man'.  Here's one from Pennsylvania. (holds up envelope, pauses)  This one's from Montana.  (hold…

My girlfriend got so enraged at the pear comparison ("this one LOOKS better, this one TASTES better") that she fumed about it for a week, and has greeted the end of every Rooney piece since with, "Fuck you, Andy."  Oh, how I'll miss how Andy Rooney's pointless crankiness could make other people irrationally angry.

It's in Cameron Crowe's new Pearl Jam documentary.  Rooney got a hearty (if expected) round of boos from the drunk German tourists (seriously) I saw it with.  I suspect it will get a similar reaction from anyone with a pulse who sees the movie.  An easy target to put in your montage, I suppose.  But awfully fun to boo.

And, based on that Mac Tonight YouTube collection above, just like Star Wars, the creators made an animated follow-up years after the original that really sucks.

I'd toss in a vote for Kevin Peter Hall, but his roles were long enough ago and Jones's resumé is so much longer that I won't argue if you consider Hall a different "generation".  Both of them seem(ed) like really fun, approachable guys, too.

Hmph.  Yeah, I guess that's true.  It's just that, between the unusually short career emerging from total obscurity, the seeming dearth of talent, and the fact that I could totally see him saying "WELL DON'T JUST SIT THERE SHOOT HIM!" at all of his auditions, I was gettin' a vibe.

T.J. Miller:  the real-life Dick Ritchie?

Godwin, is that you?

I ain't got no use for your red apple juice.

I lock myself in my room and listen to as much Lady Gaga as I can every night, and my straight, male, non-designing ass is closer to winning Project Runway than Bryce ever was.

She never meant that much to me.

Is it twue what they say about CancerAIDS?

Anyone who tells a belligerent Norman Mailer to "fold it five ways and stick it where the moon don't shine" on live television has at least a few coins in his national treasure chest, I say.  And getting Katharine Hepburn to break her vow of silence toward talk shows was a task neither Carson nor Griffin nor whoever…