I, unlike most of the other replies to your comment, completely agree with you about Lost. I watched the finale with my then GF, who was way smarter than me, and after it ended, we looked at each other with the knowing recognition of “we both just wasted six years of TV for this?!?”

I see what you did there, and I’m still laughing.

Or Benedict Cumberbatch.

It amazes me that even though I was in Pittsburgh off and on thoughout the entire 1990's, and lived there from 2000-’05, and went to -a lot- of shows, I never once saw the Clarks. In all honesty, I had completely forgotten about them. I stopped listening to WDVE by 2001 except to listen to Pens games when at work. The…

I lived in Wisconsin during the mid-late ‘00s, and IIRC, they were the singular hold-out in the US on requiring car insurance. I know a couple of my cooks (who had way, way nicer vehicles than myself) didn’t have insurance, but they were also working under false identities because they were straight up illegals from…

It kills me that I still recall the hard rock/alternative radio stations in even the early 00's would call out Donnie Iris for doing shows in da souf side. I love the fact that my duplex on Parkview was literally a block down from where Andy Warhol was born and grew up. Also: Dan Marino apparently grew up on the same…

I feel you’re missing my point, but I think I’m missing yours as well. Halfsies?

Which is why I stopped my drunken spamming. Thanks for pointing that out to me a week later.

“But while there’s no question that Fox clumsily imposed I, Robot onto an unrelated original screenplay (written by Jeff Vintar), the film nonetheless honors the spirit of Asimov’s stories, even as it substitutes eye-popping action for what’s essentially a series of logic puzzles rooted in language’s ambiguity.”

I recall some article from the early ‘00s, about Dreamworks SKG, and it started out with the writer driving to some abandoned lot with Spielberg and him saying how this was going to be the Dreamworks studio back when they first formed in the 90's. My takeaway was that ambition is fine, but be realistic. Columbia is…

Cancer is a shithole, and I already know it’s gonna be that or Parkinson’s/Alzheimers/random dementia that gets me. My grandmother, last of her generation, passed away at 97 in 2016. I was like, well, it’s on to my parent’s generation now, and sure enough, lost two close relatives in the last month and a half.

I’ve lived in NY for the last three years, and accents...I figured out early, when new employees were coming in, and I’d just be like, You mind just putting your name down on this post-it? I’ve found that upstate NY isn’t so bad, but dear God MA is...interesting. 

The best and hardest episode to re-watch is the one with Unity, and Rick tries (and fails) to kill himself at the end. Rick is his own worst enemy. Screw genius. If you’re not happy, then fuck it.

Helen Mirren is definitely on that list. I fell in love with her all the way back in 1986 when I saw her in The Mosquito Coast. I was 10, and she was at least mid-30s. She, as well as the other actresses listed, have just gotten better and hotter as they have aged. It makes no sense to a 45 year old Rogue. 

I hadn’t considered a Valkyrie film until you mentioned it. This would be great if done properly, obviously. 

The Ice Storm remains in the pantheon of films that I’m glad I watched, but will never revisit. It’s also among those few films based on books that I read literally just before the movie came out, and I will never re-read the book either. Don’t get me wrong, both book and film are amazingly great, but boy, they are…

No.

So this is it? The only reason I pull up the AVC on Sundays is for the Wiki Wormhole. Just like the old school AVCers like Rabin and O’Neil, I always looked for Vago. I know we all have to move on, but this column is going to be missed. Good luck, sir, and I wish you godspeed in your future. 

I love how family sometimes knows you better than you know yourself. My sister, for several years, used to gift me with a random Calvin and Hobbes book for my birthday. It meant even more when I moved out of Ohio, because it just seemed like a part of home was coming back. 

Smart thermostats are the bane of my existence. My place here in upstate NY has one, and even my landlord can’t get it set properly (and he installed it). Give me back the old school Honeywell and I’ll be happy. I grew up with that, and it’s not that hard to dial it down when you leave in the morning, turn it up when…