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I was in college when that came out, and I remember catching it at a budget theater--and the next night, I went back. Really a great movie... wish they would release a DVD that was widescreen.

Speeches like ought to keep things swinging his way.

That might have been the greatest Super Bowl in the history of Super Bowls.

The American Conservative Union, the nation's oldest conservative lobbying group, thinks he is. And the Red State blog calls McCain a better conservative than most. I don't know how strong of a conservative McCain is--but he's not liberal, that's for sure.

My wife hates--no, loathes--the fake encore, for pretty much all the reasons Lou outlined. I'm much less bothered about it, but I guess I agree.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

I might be wrong, but I think Shuck was using sarcasm in order to make the same point you made.

Good to hear, El F. I'll keep the vibes coming. While our kiddo has been to the emergency room a few times, we've been fortunate that--knock on wood--she's never had any truly serious illnesses or injuries... but I can definitely imagine how tough it is for you right now.

Educate the oblivious masses? Maybe you should start with your small-minded SELF. Have you ever even HEARD Wilco? Hate to break it to ya, but it's OBVIOUS that you have mediocre to awful taste. Music is not subjective, and the only good news for you is that at least you have bad taste, because otherwise you would have no taste at all. And yes, this DOES make me better than you!!! After you clean out your ears, I'm sure you'll agree that the only right order is: AM BT ST YHF AGIB SBS

It counts for something, I suppose, but I doubt it's a trustworthy reflection of what might have happened had the candidates truly campaigned in Florida. I don't think it means very much.

If you hate Wilco so much, why do you come to their fan site? Real Wilco lovers don't want false crap from a bumbling idiot with no taste in music. Trust me, guy, you don't know MUSIC or ART, you are an IDIOT, a WASTE, you are what is WRONG with the music culture of our generation. Screw ction, I'm going to agree with myself: AM BT ST YHF AGIB SBS

Yet again you show yourself to be an utter philistine. You continue to listen with your ears blocked. Seriously--WTF? Do you have ten-foot steel poles jammed up in there? It's either that or a stunning inability to listen to music the right way. The correct answer is obviously: AM BT ST YHF AGIB SBS

I believe you have completely overlooked the satirical qualities inherent in this thread. It's a thread that makes fun of snobbish kindergarten tactics.

I don't get the "let's not vote" movement. I understand the idea of making a statement, but how will that message actually be received? Since it won

Fair point, but totally irrelevant to the topic at hand, for which there is only one correct answer: AM BT ST YHF AGIB SBS

I'm not sure what that has to do with this thread.

Was Dingell sleeping?

What I really need to know is how to introduce metal to a few Wilcoheads.

The Red Balloon / Albert Lamorisse / France / 1956 This simple, gorgeous, and poetic movie observes a mysterious red balloon as it willfully follows a young boy along the streets of Paris. I watched it tonight with my three-year-old daughter, and when it was over, I asked whether she liked it. She nodded and said,

I'd rather date a crack whore than a philistine, although it's tough to find a crack whore with taste.

If I wasn't already locked into other plans, I'd jump at this chance.

Yeah, I typically but not religiously avoid reading reviews until after I've seen the movie. (I like to know whether a movie is getting strong notices, because that helps me decide what to see, but I don't really want to know the specific reasons for the good reviews.) I like to experience things as fresh as possible, which is why I also studiously avoid spoilers; I enjoy being manipulated by the surprises in a movie--who doesn't? Unfortunately, for some reason I wasn't alert to the potential spoilers in my friend's email, so I stupidly walked into those. But I added the warning before pos

Illuminating interview with Matt Berninger at eMusic: A tiny, subtle diamond in a field of ten-foot neon exclamation points, Boxer, the stately, flawless fifth record from the Brooklyn group the National, draws strength from the power of suggestion. "Let's not try to figure out everything at once," Matt Berninger sings softly in the glowing opener "Fake Empire," and that line could be a statement of theme: On Boxer, the epiphanies take their time. Since their relocation from Ohio to New York, the National has built a career on writing wry songs that express sympathy for the bedeviled. Boxer