Trey Parker and Matt Stone take brave stand against White Supremacists.

Yep. Repo Man, as well.

Kiss Me Deadly. Scary, hard-boiled, sleazy, bat-crap crazy ultra-violence from the wholesome good old 1950s. I loved it.

The motto of conservatives everywhere.

Tell John Goodman to start on a walrus moustache and call the Coen Brothers.

Too tall.

Stately, plump Starsky came into the squad room, bearing a Glock...

‘Seemingly’ evil.

Don’t tell Olivia.

You just came up with the title for her autobiography.

What the deuce!? Franco à deux!

It’ll never beat The Rachel.

I bought this for a few dollars in a used record store around 1990 based on the cover and the presence of Miles’ old rhythm section and the music turned out to be as cool as that photo. It’s still cool but it aint ‘cool jazz’. Hard bop, baby!

Well The Joker is all about chaos.

Seven paragraphs? Acrostics? No pictures?

Dig those ruffs!

Some of those cocktail recipes may come in handy now, though.

The DC Multiverse?

Am I still grey?

Sure hope I’m not consigned to the greys, as has happened every time I’ve tried Kinja. Here goes.