I’ve met hundreds of rollergirls and I think I know what you see in them, Drew: they’re tough and self-motivated. That’s why I haven’t yet seen your roller derby movie: I’m afraid to find out if you screwed it up.

Somehow, every new band that manages not to evaporate or self-destruct wants to get out of the basement and play its first live show. First shows are frequently quite difficult to land, in part because there is no transparent method for getting one.

The best animated series for adults and older children currently in production isn’t on television at all. The Flash-animated comedy site HomestarRunner.com consistently delivers the goods.

Every Saturday, the editorial staff of Monkey Goggles will rummage though its bookshelves, toy boxes, music and movie collections, and stacks of assorted stuff to pick out a few choice items that will make your life better.

The greatest odor in the world is the smell of cooking bacon. If one were to truly and dutifully bottle its essence, even a woman plain as tap water could attract a square-jawed, Hollywood dreamboat. If it were promised that heaven smelled like bacon, surely men would do no evil from that moment forward.

On the night the late Michael Jackson moved into Disneyland, a huge party was held. The secretive pop star had paid plenty of commando visits to the Happiest Place on Earth over the years, almost always in disguise, but on September 19, 1986 he made the Park his official home.

It was another hot, dusty Wednesday in LA. I was sitting in my office minding my own business, which is to say not minding much of anything at all. Business had been as brisk as an alpine snail race – uphill.

I don’t need to hear what fashionistas are proclaiming this fall’s “in” color. I already know: it’s blaze orange, just like it is every fall. I see blaze orange jumpsuits hanging from porches, airing out in anticipation of deer hunting season.

One by one, the streets of Seattle are falling under alien influence. Along with robotic red-light cameras at key intersections around Seattle and around the nation, we are now faced with an invasion of robotic computer parking machines, reminiscent of Triffids.

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