Dr. Thorpenstein: FUCK!
Zackula: Stan Winston strikes again.
Dr. Thorpenstein: I guess Busey is more sad than scary, because didn't he get into an accident and now he's got the mind of a six-year-old or something? But even if he's more sad, he's still incredibly goddamn scary.
Zackula: Yeah, he is a damaged dude. But scary. Like that time he crawled under an old rotten tree trunk and webbed himself up with saliva and six months later he and Jake Busey came out together.
Zackula: And, really, what the fuck is the point of all this tax money going to the X-Files if they can't prevent Jake Busey from happening?
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
Fashion SWAT... the fashion industry is obsessed with impracticality. We know that what designers create was never meant to be worn by the grimy masses, but that doesn't somehow diminish how ridiculous many of these costumes are. Make no mistake, they are costumes, and like a Halloween prize pageant we will turn our discerning gaze on the grievous fashion misfires of Paris, Milan, and New York. We're not pulling any punches, and we're definitely not interested in making any friends. We're Joan Rivers without Melissa Rivers to temper our screeching. We're the Fashion Police in jack boots. We are Fashion SWAT.