Yeah, the best tomato pies seem to be Corropolese's in Norristown. It's not exactly pizza, but it's damn good.

"pee pee party"… goddamn it, Pennsylvania, I'm so disappointed in us.

I just don't understand why there should even been OOP discs—why can't they just print-on-demand? Is it a rights issue?

I regret that I have but one like to give for this comment.

Well, that ended about as well as I could want, right down to playing "Heroes". I'm glad Mordecai didn't end up with Margaret or CJ; that Pops had to die; that Muscle Man and Starla just kind of settle back into their old lives. That's just how life goes sometimes.

Oh I wish.

Circuses, sideshows, hobos, gypsy caravans… when I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to run away from home and join one of these. But it was the '80s, and that's not something an actual child does anyway.

Hell, I do own a car, and I won't drive to NY if I can help it—better to get the train in Trenton/Hamilton than drive. (And better to get the train out here in the Philly suburbs and ride into Center City than to try and park downtown.)

Though part of the point of Amadeus is that Salieri is a mad, unreliable narrator—we're not supposed to trust that he killed Mozart.

That would be legitimately shocking.

GO ON VACATION ALREADY.

There are four movies I grew up with watching on repeat, my mom wearing out video tapes—The Wizard of Oz, Singin' in the Rain, Star Wars, and Auntie Mame. Sure, Garland and Russell are long gone, and Reynolds wasn't young by any measure, but still, the passage of time is a bitch, and Fisher was having a renaissance.

Heroes and Villains is easily one of my favorite songs—it's like listening to a kaleidoscope of a film.

Tootsie is really funny, but man, that ending is completely unbelievable.

Some of my favorite episodes: Girl Town, Mitchell, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, I Accuse My Parents, Eegah, Red Zone Cuba, and Jack Frost.

I didn't see it until… last year? Early this year? And yeah, it deserves its reputation.

I finally saw the film Nashville, and was blown away. The cross-section of entertainment and politics is nothing new, but that film feels like the '70s incarnate—the hangover of the '60s, curdled peace and love giving way to an angry populism and narcissism, a nervous breakdown of a decade, all chaotic voices talking…

So my dad was called "The Jaw", and Uncle Dan was "Rocky Marshmallow". They mostly worked out of Maloney's Tavern .

My parents definitely would've bought this for me, and I would've loved it.

Surely you can't be saying that about the drummer on "Kokomo"!