And so the great cycle has turned again; I have the sudden, urgent need to have a Mat Devine gracing my living room. This is based on the latest blog of his, which I find even more fabulous than usual. I'm sorry, Gerard, Bill, Gabe - I'm going to have to forsake you all. Don't forget not to write ( Read more... )

The other day, after an involved discussion of whether I was talking about Wild Palms, and why wasn't that a David Lynch flick, and spending a lot of time on Netflix going "Wow, this is not the movie I thought it was; all I remember is the hippo in the bathtub and the karaoke scene, and Angie Dickenson being terrifying ... where did all this come ( Read more... )