You know, you have a “nure,” with a “ma” in front of it. “Manure.” It’s not bad.

I just realized a couple of days ago that “yada yada” lady is Laurie Bream on Silicon Valley. Which is neat.

Just to be clear: the guy who describes a character’s trapezius four times in a 700-page novel is bizarre, but the guy who can at will pull those four quotes out of said 700-page novel, that’s fine.

just as long as you think of To the Five Boroughs as their “shit” record

Goodness gracious, I can remember watching this. Ill Communication came out late summer and “Sabotage” had been all over the radio for weeks (it was also an MTV Buzz Clip, alongside such future classics as Spin Doctors’ “Cleopatra’s Cat” and Tom Jones’s “If I Only Knew”) but the album had come out maybe that very day.…

Obviously this guy didn’t listen to the safety instructions—they always say to take care of yourself before your kid crap I am so so sorry

Can someone please let me know if I did or didn’t dream this?: I distinctly remember a scene in the first Superman where Margot Kidder is squeezing oranges and she’s talking about the health benefits of fresh-squeezed OJ, and the whole time she’s doing this she’s got a burning Virginia Slim hanging out of her yap.…

Holy crap! I remember that but never made the connection! He was good, if a little earnest. Certainly better than Roeper though, the hackiest of hacks to ever hack.

nice

This week I’m about Iceage and Black Moth Super Rainbow. I’ll check out the new Mark Kozelek but he can be exhausting. This phase of his, with the stream-of-consciousness lyrics—at first I thought it was pretty exciting, like on SKM’s Benji, but now it’s hard not to keep the phrase “diminishing returns” from entering…

Like saying to Pavarotti, Teach me to sing like you.

Ah

Is he on the set of 2001 there? The copy says he first met Kubrick while doing Barry Lyndon. As Kubrick might have said, What the dealio?

Answer time: Shut up

Yeah, I knew a guy—he was a little crazy in the coconut, not gonna lie—and he wrote a poem titled “Silver Bullet” and sent it to then-prez Clinton. Secret Service paid him a visit, which is what they pretty much have to do for every single Presidential threat, no matter how benign-seeming. As a matter of fact, I don’t…

I’d be OK with this, though Dr. Evil was kind of the star of the second Austin Powers.

Sick of these two. She looks like a Spencer’s Gifts mannequin at Halloween and he looks like Sir John Tenniel’s drawings of the Cheshire Cat. I bet their first fight was over the best way to drain a goat.

I never realized how much I need a McKenzie Brothers revival until seeing that picture. I had Strange Brew on VHS growing up. The last half hour gets bogged down in plot but it contains one of the greatest lines in cinematic history: “I gotta pee so bad I can taste it.”

I can. The Kindly Ones is garbage.

An update of the rape revenge genre leaves me with (I Spit on Your) Grave concerns.