…only if you believe IMDB is the epicenter of true movie knowledge.

get me contact data; i’ll get you a copy of my 14 year old’s vanilla ice retrospective. should be right in your wheelhouse.

/if you’ll excuse me, gotta get back to my seat on the trilateral commission.

I can’t wait to hear your anecdotes about playing shuffleboard with Jeanne Kirkpatrick on the National Review cruise. “Ahoy, polloi!”

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pj o’rourke once observed that if you called a modern celebrity a drug addict, pederast, and reprobate, all it meant is you’d read his autobiography. guess we can add recording contract to your list of qualifying criteria.

somewhere along the line, chronlogical advance stopped equating to artistic achievement. it could’ve been al jolson, pat boone, the doors, donna summer, britney spears, ad nauseam. i just know i hear what’s called music these days, and it makes me hope i live long enough to administer the retroactive abortion pill that modern science will doubtless grace us with someday.

And what’s with these “moving pictures” these days? If I wanted to hear the actors talk, why, I’d just go down to my local vaudeville troupe and listen to them in person!