You show me Vs. pink robots. Or something.

"It's Plissken, innit?"

Brain Salad Surgery and Tarkus. Prog eye candy-ish, for a teen on a limited allowance.

I have a faint memory of him appearing on an episode of L.A. Law, playing a man who dresses up as Homer Simpson, for a theme park. Specifically, I remember a shot of the trial jury all wearing giant foam Homer heads, to see what the conditions were like while wearing one. He emits one very joyous "Woohoo!" near the…

Personalized flavours:
Lars: Aggressively bitter and very gaseous.
Kirk: Kinda fruity.
James: Okay, fine…it's club soda.
Robert: Hard to say what the flavour is, but, you might notice if it was missing.

So…we know the "how", but not with whom…

Further incursions will be met by James Hurley singing. A lot.

Hogtownwarts.

He should change his middle initial from "E" to "Molly". Stay current.

Michael Rapaport's voice is the sound of steel nails being dragged down a chalkboard combined with an old rotary phone ringing, a kettle whistling and 3,000 car alarms shrieking simultaneously. I can't get past it. Ever.

…what is Thomas Harris' issue with people named "Fred"?

Dude the Obscure.

Burnt After Weeding.

Burnout Identity.

This season was pretty much straight up Scandinavian Noir. Which is completely fine.

"Young" Michael Douglas is played by Clutch Cargo. I think.

"You wish to serve the Many-Faced Cocksucker? Well, fuck me. No, seriously…"

Wedged in between Dookie and Matchbox 20 discs, presumably.

Her legs don't appear to have been compacted by vertical force, so, it's probably not Liefeld.

-REM "Monster"