I join social networks willy-nilly and put little or no thought into them, but it isn’t what I put on them that matters. It’s what I leave off.

My restaurant would serve one thing, and serve it well: tater tots. I would rock tater tots so hard that even the slouchy, diffident hipsters would gobble up them by the boatload.

That star that has risen in the West signifies the birth of a new cult film. “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World” is just 10 years away from being everyone’s favorite movie.

Mainstream science fiction movies duel for supremacy! Matte paintings will be shattered! Previously distinguished acting careers will be lightly besmirched!

Christopher Nolan’s “Inception” is wanting. A movie about entering other people’s dreams, and the best Nolan can come up with is shoot-‘em-ups inside the local Hyatt?

Want your garden to defeat prowlers, obnoxious kids, chumps selling magazines and maybe even Godzilla? There are several pretty but cruel options available.

My smartphone use is through the roof. It isn’t rude or unsafe, but I’ve come to depend on that handheld interface in ways that almost shame me when I say them out loud.

The group walk towards the camera in slow motion, their long coats billowing behind them. Oh yeah, baby, it’s good to be on the Super Team.

The multiplexes are almost entirely filled with movies based on previous movies and television shows. The horrible “A-Team” remake notwithstanding, that may not be an entirely bad thing.

I’ve always been a night person. Always. Even as a kid, when I’d stay up to watch “Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman” solely to keep Morpheus at bay.