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MOVIES

001 I've Got Milk, the DVD, starring Sean Penn
002 Watching Mamma Mia! Won't Get You Laid
003 Taxi Driver Still Floors Me
004 Being John Malkovich
005 Classic Cinematic Smack Downs
006 2001: A Space Odyssey
007 Zodiac
008 Lars and the Real Girl
009 Food, Inc. by Robert Kenner:  A Summary Outline
010 The Straight Story by David Lynch 

MUSIC

001 2112 by Rush
002 Hammer of the Gods: The Led Zeppelin Saga by Stephen Davis
003 "I Told You I Was Freaky" by Flight of the Conchords
004 Led Zeppelin One to Ten: A Fan's Ranking of Their First Ten Albums, 1969-1982
005 MTVs First Ten Videos Aired: Can You Name Them? 
006 Radio Waves: Life and Revolution on the FM Dial by Jim Ladd
007 The Best Heavy Metal Songs of All Time You've Probably Never Heard (and Never Wanted to Hear), Part I
008 This Is Spinal Tap and Not a Colonoscopy
009 Rock: Practical Help for Those Who Listen to the Words and Don't Like What They Hear by Bob Larson
010 High Voltage (?) by AC/DC
011 The Go-Go's: Cool Jerks Who Left Skidmarks on My Heart
012 Relentless: The Memoir by Yngwie J. Malmsteen
013 The Butterfly Ball and The Grasshopper's Feast by Roger Glover
014 Ghost Rider: Travels Along the Healing Road by Neil Peart
015 THIN LIZZY Post for the Uninitiated Who Only Know "The Boys are Back in Town"

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