It's really a magnificent, haunting album. I woke up the other morning with the "warm and nacreous, baby/the milk of sighs" line from "Backchannels" running through my head, and I haven't been able to get it out since.

I am old enough to be irritated by the lack of Iggy Pop and Nick Cave on this list, but not so old that I'm not also irritated by the lack of Shearwater.

"When Peter Townsend came to work for King George VI he was a 30-year-old-man with a wife and a small child."

Also remember: POTUS is just an anagram of POUTS.

Why does it even need to be mentioned? It's 1953. The war is over.

Aw, dammit. What a terrific writer he was — I'll really miss his voice. Condolences to all his friends, family, and colleagues.

As a toddler, my made-up swear word of choice was apparently MUCKFAH!

Theresa’s gone for good, though—at least the human iteration is. I’m wondering if Ford doesn’t have a back-up lying around, partly because it would be a good, unsettling way to cover his tracks

Yeah, the Runaways version is def the better one.

Feh. Katya should've won, and Roxxxy should've gone home. I need some of that Krisis Kontrol spray to calm me the fuck down.

"A host who muses on self-mutilation in a brusque Teutonic inflection just won’t find the same level of enthusiasm among public television viewers as the softcore hippiedom of Bob Ross."

The Stone Roses did tour the states in support of Second Coming; I saw them give a surly, lackluster performance at some festival outside Chicago in '95, I believe. I did get to see them at Spike Island in 1990 for their final performance of their glory days… they were never a great live band (or, more accurately,…

It's just what I've hear via my spouse, who knows people who've worked with him (we live in L.A. and spouse has done comedy/commercials/etc. off and on over the years).

"he SEEMS like a genuinely decent guy"

*rooster crows*

But where's the footage of Chrysalis going on a nature retreat with Norma Jean Monster?

As I recall, I saw it right around the tipping point between the real/fake debate, so I went into it assuming it was fake and thinking that would somehow lessen my fear. But it didn't really matter — I could barely sleep for days after I saw it. I'm also realizing only now as I type this that it marked the point at…

But did you make a Pimm's Number One Cup and then swallow up your hapless neighbor, the sexually repressed vicar?

My same feelings exactly.

Yeah, I thought I was holding up pretty well till "I Need You," and then I was just… undone, as was much of the audience around me. (Though I admit to finding it momentarily surreal to see everyone dabbing at their eyes under their 3-D glasses.)