I wouldn't call Rancid a "pop" punk band.

Counterpoint: The King of Limbs is their best album.

Yes. But enough about Eminem.

I'm sorry, like Atari, who's the cousin to Coleco.

I love Sonic Youth and have given some of Thurston Moore's other endeavours a chance. But goddamn, if Demolished Thoughts wasn't the most dull, unnecessary piece of garbage I've ever purchased… And it was produced by Beck. I thought that could have been so good. But it completely sucked.

No, I'm pretty sure "Juliana Hatfield" is the name of his new band.

Is she supposed to be like Mary Lou Retton? It reminds me of a bit from John Hodgman's book The Areas of My Expertise. He said something like he visited a General Mills factory and they offered to give him a Wheaties box with himself on the front of it. He said something like, "That's insane. I can't masturbate to…

Their choice of Craig Robison to play Madonna was an interesting casting choice.

He was dressed like the San Diego Chicken.

"Why do you call your cereal Raisin Hell?"

When Doves Cry
Radio Free Europe
Oops… I Did It Again
More Than a Feeling

I heard Ronnie Van Zandt was buried with a Pono.

I watched Hard Boiled. What a ridiculous and fun film.

Whatever, Beck.

Yes. Funny that whatever I typed was autocorrected to "pentacle."

Wow, i haven't watched this in a long time. But it was the pentacle of an era. A song from an album so beautiful and perfect it was scary. And similarly Mr. Show was so groundbreaking, different, and fucking funny that any logical person would have assumed satan was involved.

No.

Yes. But enough about my penis.

A "Detroit chili dog" is something I expect to see in Savage Love.

At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your kitchen?