Yeah, because that always works.

It is.

I saw April Wine, in a pretty small venue, in the front row. My ears rang for days.

It was early in the life of the VCR, during the VHS-Betamax wars.

It's something to think about while you're on the train to Bangkok, aboard the Thailand express.

Reality TV killed my soul.

In central Kansas, my high school friends and I were sitting in front of the TV, waiting for MTV to start broadcasting. None of us had ever heard the song, but we loved it immediately.

Oh dear. I thought weirdness was required at the AV Club.

Cool. I'll hit you up later or tomorrow.

It's ok, types are fine.

I'm not coming if there's no singing.

This is where I should confess that it's gotten darker over the years, so now I color it to the color it used to be. Also to cover up the gray.

I never joke about free travel.

He's playing two, she's playing one.

How do you think it got this red?

I can offer to let Mr. Threepwood pay for my travel! And to not come during the snowy season.

Me too! Mine's short, and I have a friend who says I look like a ring of fire when the sun is coming from behind me.

My ability to suspend disbelief has already expired. I don't think I'll be back.

This news is gonna Crush me.

Now we know what it looks like when you make a dress out of 1960s-era swimming caps.