At least it’s not Lupus.

This is right up there with my favorite horror movies ever, because it so perfectly captures a personal terror of mine that I’ve had since I was a child. I won’t go into more of it for fear of spoiling what the author so deliberately worked around, but suffice it to say there are some episodes of House and other type…

Dammit, Dennis. Acronym, not anagram.

Now I like you just the way you are too.

What do you think the over/under will be on Complete Strangers Hugging One Another after the film premiers in a given theatre? Rogers absolutely gave children (us) the recognition we deserved and the understanding that he liked us just the way we are. But every show also gave us an honest-to-god neighborhood we were…

Redundant. 

There are very few human beings who can drink and become more charming as a result. They are all British actors of a certain era.

I RECOGNIZE THE REFERENCE!!

Also, Kate, Martin Luther nailed 95 Theses to the door of the church. You may be confusing him with Jay-Z. It happens a lot.

When the writer prefaces the list with an admission of a deeply-scarring personal story about the topic at hand, you just have to prepare yourself for irrationally negative assertions in the writing. Just shrug and substitute your own sense of acceptability for each item as you read.

I’m sure some people would worry about inadequate preparation and food-borne illness from this sort of stuff. But I’ve been assured by Captain Beefheart himself that it’s safe as milk.

I’d go to this sort of place.

The only thing I object to when it comes to tableside prep is when you get a stoic, not very communicative individual doing the performative service. I know, restaurants are not places where kitchen folk need to be friendly and affable—that’s the waitstaff’s job. But it’s a bummer when something that’s done…

Are you one of those idiots who believes the pro-cosmogony protesters are just actors getting paid off by George Zoros?

I am compelled to sing every word of that song each time I hear it on the radio. (I usually sing the more wordy line of the two-voice bridge, cos that melody is easier to hit without my voice cracking.)

Jeez, Stephin Merritt really hates people with lisps, doesn’t he?

I had to stop being friends with someone because she criticized “Dig Me Out.” I’m better off.

I was basically going to say the same thing here. Vee Vee and Alien Lanes helped me puncture my eardrums when I needed that kind of shit back in the day.

There’s simply no question that “Common People” is one of the best songs of the entire Britpop sub-genre, no matter what decades you include in your surveying. It’s also one of the most cohesive statements in rock history, embracing a sense of rock’n’roll’s power and purpose about as strong as Bowie’s “Heroes.” Yeah,…

“...secret”??