Personally, I just ignore all the Elegant Victorian Lady posts. I got the joke a while ago. Upon seeing comments like the one further up, all I ever think is "Boy, look at all those words I'm never going to read."

Now I get what everyone complains about
There's nothing I can say about the movie because I have no interest in spending 3 hours watching Tarantino rub his nipples on a Smith-Corona and call it dialogue.

Just a couple weeks ago I was thinking about Spader's pudging out. And it dawned on me: Remember Stargate? His character has like three dozen candy bars on him at all times. It's all those Snickers what ruined him.

Yeah, I remember Tasha gave it a B.

"It's hard to lose money with The Beatles"
Tell that to Julie Taymor.

Yeah, yeah, that's right. Fail. Whatever. I saw the opening and I took it. Which is more effort than any of you shitbirds will make in your lives!

Remember Little Nicky?
This isn't the first time Adam Sandler has ruined a studio's summer.

Actually, A Bigger Bang was pretty terrible. For all its controversy, "My Sweet Neo Con" was just embarrassingly silly. And then it's immediately followed by an even more jagoff song making fun of John Lennon. How do you go from a desperate attempt at being relevant to ragging on a guy who died 25 years ago?

This just goes to show that nothing good comes out of Wilmington, DE.

Nobody likes what I like, that's how I like it.
Given the coverage they gave their breakup/final concerts in Decid— I mean, A.V. Chicago, I was sort of hoping this list would include Harvey Danger's second album, King James Version. I guess HD is never going to be anywhere as revered as Weezer, but King James Version…

Don't beat yourself up. The fact is, just about everyone's homebrew is shit. If god had wanted us to brew our own beer, he'd have… given us laser-eyes, or something.

If my former hipster shitheel roommate is of any indication, I'd bet this tubbiness has more to do with the rise of homebrewing beer. When I first met him he was one of those dreadfully underweight types, but now that he homebrews, he's guzzled so much of his own soapy swill that his World Inferno Friendship Society…

Inconsistent Vice.
Not to distract from discussion of this book, which actually does sound very good, but does this mean you guys just kinda gave up on reviewing the Pynchon book?

There's an ape for that.

I'm gonna go ahead and maintain that We Were Promised Jetpacks is a damn fine band name.

YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING NAME WRONG
The line was "Throw me the idol," you titmouse!

Actually, I'm in New York and I keep my skin kosher for Passover.

Also, you know what's become gratingly precious? The AV Talk theme song.

Wait

Linguini?