There’s footage on YouTube of stop-motion animation maestro Ray Harryhausen, in 2006, first hearing about a possible Clash of the Titans remake. “Oh, I hope not,” he says. We all know where Harryhausen is coming from. His contributions to the 1981 film, although impressive for being more memorable than a performance by Laurence Olivier as the king of the gods, also had a way of making Clash of the Titans seem inherently pitiable

Overheard at the Lensic, JCPenney and a Giant Station.

Drunken donuts, food tax, poor census figures and even poorer reading comprehension.

Tango tangles, Wi-fi-fo-fum, ski master Barney and the end of the world at the hands of cattle.

Hot Tub Time Machine is a movie with the courage to ask, “Man, what happened to us?” and to answer, “Oh, that’s right: We came of age as acid-washed coke fiends during a time of Reaganomics, heavy pastels and Poison concerts—not to mention more than a few grody assembly line abominations at the multiplex.”

Why is Rush Limbaugh still here? Where will the red-light cameras go? And the answers to the week's other tantalizing questions.

“What good is a water fountain in the park, especially an all-fancy-pants one, if it doesn’t work?!” —An obviously disgruntled 8-year-old tourista regarding the fancy water f

Wi-fi, whining and wine. Plus changes at Amavi.

Jeff Kinney’s Diary of a Wimpy Kid illustrated book series is an exception to our culture’s relentless trolling of high school. A graphic novel in training wheels, Diary of a Wimpy Kid suggests Ghost World or Howl for tweens—minus the nihilism. The Wimpy Kid series is an affirmation that degradation and quests for self-identity also consume those not yet able to grow facial hair or wriggle out from beneath their mama’s thumb.

Overheard at Second Street Brewery and at Acoma Optical