Love luv lurrrvvvv Kirsty MacColl. Her cover of Billy Bragg's "A New England" is so outstanding. She was taken way too soon.

That album (March) is one of my all-time favourites.

This might be apocryphal, but I remember hearing about a music critic who gave a simple three-word review for their album:

Call off the dogs. The hunt is over.

"Have you tried… not being gay a mutant?"

I'm already OOT!

Dammit. As a Canadian expat, I should know that.

Maybe it's one of those traps to lure the assholes of the world in one place, and then BLAMMO! Explosives in the basement and it's goodbye assholes.

Annabeth Gish is spinning in her… spin class.

It's the only thing Hawaiians ever got right.

A friend of mine convinced Weird Al to allow him on stage and propose to his girlfriend at one of his concerts. Nice fellow on top of being a musical genius.

Fan-TASS-tic.

Kevin Smith is eight years old?

The good thing about this sequel is a half hour after they watch it, they'll want to watch it again.

Worst Harry Potter spell ever.

Coming Attractions is the perfect time for getting all your talky-talk and texty-text out of your system before the film begins. And for voicing your disdain for those silly DC films while extolling the virtues of all things Marvel. Because, c'mon…

And then after the film you pulled his jersey over his head…

I've never trusted big butts or smiles.

Catwoman says "Hi."

Juggling all these various heroes must be a real circus act.