Don't you hate reading a 300-page book for a book report, then forgetting what it's about!

So the parade of bummers continues. Luckily, Dizzyhead Brent started sending me images from the Golden Age of Journalism—that's right, covers of Dynamite magazine! He found them here.

Ah...what child of the '70s can forget these "Bummers"? And I can still relate: "Don't you hate it when you can't find your hat and all the time you're wearing it!" More often than I'd like to admit.

This is pure-grade nostalgia for me (as opposed to the wan pastiche of Wet Hot American Summer)—I have a vague memory of my cousin trying to form a Dynamite club, as instructed in the magazine. The other members were her brother and me. I don't know that it ever met.

Budding psychiatrists should click on the penultimate image on the screen, "Good Vibrations"—Dynamite's advice column written by Dr. Paulina Kernberg. That's right—the spouse of famous object-relations theorist Otto Kernberg!

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Meanwhile, this might be the last film review I'll be writing for the Voice, at least for the foreseeable future. I'm glad I had the opportunity. (Coming soon: a brief collation of my favorite film pieces.)