I am Jay's party.

Or those little square headshots of the cast lined up on the bottom of the poster. I haven't seen those since Superman IV.

Grilled cheese.

I once read that DNA Diagnostics Center results now take months because Maury is continuously exhausting their resources.

Although Desperate Living suffers a little without Divine or David Lochary, I find myself returning to that film the most. It's cleverly written, laugh out loud funny and well executed (no pun intended). I still miss Edith Massey.

I once suggested on a Criterion forum how a Paul Bartel Meets Roger Corman set might be cool, which did not go over too well. Those film snobs are merciless.

So more people today know an actress whose only credit is a Taylor Swift video rather than Shirley Temple? Sadly, that doesn't surprise me.

History History of the World, Part I. Those coming attractions at the end looked very promising.

Two fat persons, click, click, click.

Thank U, Obama!

I would say that Chyna was today's Farrah Fawcett.

It didn't seem to land with everyone the first time.

I'll be satisfied with a collectible cup.

Somehow I get the feeling that 2016 may not be too kind to Morrissey, either. Hope I'm wrong.

♫ WE MEAN IT MAAAAAAAN!!! ♫

Water?

Not your fault, Gus.

I didn't think I could feel any worse today.

The compilation album Cheap Thrills is as fine a place to start as any. Some good live & deep cuts. I listened to it religiously in college.

A soup-or-sandwich group.