Why don't you just make ten louder, and make ten be the top number, and make that a little louder?

I'm not arguing that with you!

I've always remembered his histrionic "It's blank! Just fill in the amount!" presentation of the check to Hulk Hogan in No Holds Barred, but it took until this interview to remind me of the punchline. (Well, the real punchline is that the movie No Holds Barred exists, but anyway.)

In Soviet Russia, walk moons you!

He's right at the top of the…oh, no, my mistake. That robot is spouting off facts, not trivia. Move along, then; nothing to see here.

-ist, @The_Helmaroc_King:disqus ! Sex-IST!

One of my favorite movies I've seen that I don't own, largely due to the mangled home video treatment. Robert Duvall's monologue on his adventure covering the Olympics has stuck with me for many years afterward, both because it's a great story and great character work. And Michael Keaton is just sublime. "I'm not…

Oh, crumbs.

That's Charlie Sexton, longtime Austin singer-songwriter once possessed of intimidating cheekbones and glowing write-ups in Rolling Stone, who evidently had his own fashion boyhood to grow out of one day. Member of the semi-popular AOR supergroup Arc Angels for awhile, but you may also have seen him as Bob Dylan's…

When Robin Thicke found out about this news, he was baffled. He, of course, bought 527 of those albums, but who bought the other three?

RIDICULOUS to me that only a couple passing comments have mentioned Lord Soth, the most badass motherfucker to ever wear a bucket for a head. (And I'm including certain former Guns N' Roses guitarists in my assessment.) The guy had a certain panache, a courage of his convictions in assisting the forces of darkness…

♪ Easy Reader, that's my name…unh, unh, unh! ♪
My genuine reaction on seeing the digest in my e-mail:
ME: "Morgan Freeman on econo—"…oh, please tell me it's a Random Roles please tell me it's a Random Roles pleasepleaseplease. (clicks)
BROWSER: Blip.
ME: Will Harris, you're my FUCKING hero.

April was the season, and it also was her name.

Joan Embry…is in my house. Buddy Hackett…is in my house.

Too busy finding out why The Man made the BLACK jellybean the worst tasting candy on the face of the earth. Man, I haven't had that much fun since I saw Weezie Jefferson naked.

CanserADES.

#twentysixseasonsandamovie

Well, that's what we call overkill.

Some would disagree, but I say that this lady is committed to sparkle motion.

The book cited below is given as the standard explanation for the name, but a reproduction of a real '60s-era gig poster included in the liner notes of the Peel Slowly And See box set shows an illustrated coffin deep underground with a "zoom-in" on the interior and an arrow pointing to the lining. Some clever…