Honestly I could give a shit about Chris Cornell, my thing in the '90s was female-fronted alt bands, usually with a male drummer and that singer better sound booooooored as fuck.

Garbage human being.

The Commercial Album by The Residents covered this almost 40 years ago.

I rather enjoyed the Matthew Bright (Freeway and The Forbidden Zone!) written/directed Bundy. It's outrageously funny until it isn't. Then it's just upsetting.

I saw Samsara on two hits of acid and man, the slaughterhouse footage was pretty goddamn hair-raising.

I like texture and the feeling of being overwhelmed.

Same.

No shout out to CABIN BOY under Russ Tamblyn's bio? AV Club, you done fucked up.

I shout this phrase at least three times a week, just because.

(Season 2 does manage to fall into the toilet of awfulness a couple of times, but the finale and Fire Walk With Me are excellent and make that dip in quality worth it)

Yo yo yo.

The eyeballs are dead. We have now transitioned to plague doctors: http://i.imgur.com/HzrR8Gv.jpg

It should always be The Residents.

I mean… Just… Nah.

No thanks.

Fuck all of the way off.

A local theater pulled out a 35mm print for Pink Flamingo's 35th (I think) anniversary last month and, to my delight, there were multiple walk outs.

When they signed Villeneuve on to direct, I did a complete 180 on the idea. I'm so down for this.

Attention must be paid to the tropical coked-out fantasy that is Weekend at Bernie's II.

Is it FINALLY time for his planned TV collaboration with The Residents set in a rundown carnival?!?