I like Event Horizon. It's bad in a lot of ways, but it does a good job establishing a sense of dread. That video they manage to decode from the previous ship with the captain speaking Latin... eugh. Delivering a warning in that manner makes no sense, but it's creepy all the same.

Plan 9 is not nearly as bad as an un-riffed version of Manos: the Hands of Fate. That is truly a trainwreck. Plan 9 has its serious flaws, no doubt (the worst? Giving Tor Johnson a dialogue-heavy part), but it's not unwatchable like Manos is.

The prequels were damn fascinating films. The cinematic execution was absolutely hit and miss, but the world they created and the sheer amount of imagination that George pumped into it is something I have a huge appreciation for. In an age full of messy CGI destruction porn, generic alien designs, and boring art…

Very cool. Now to incorporate that into a new Leisure Suit Larry game!

actually, it's about ethics in video games porn journalism

Like you're gonna shock a long-term pro. That woman has STORIES.

All the stars to the lady entrepreneur who out-trolled Mr. Shit-on-me.

Re: the last screenshot-

"Don't spend your $20 there."

Fish reheated in the microwave at work.

This is so much effort. God, who has this kind of time on their hands? I can barely be motivated to respond in polysyllables to my work emails or bicker with strangers on the internet, and this guy wears out two keyboards on account of some kid with bad hair complaining about parties?

"Tyler, Taylor, Jordan, Flynn...where are all these stupid boys names coming from?!?"

I can understand why Tyler got personal, he just assumed the Tenman didn't have a heart.

These are the people that shoot their fathers for cutting their allowances.

The twist is that the author of this e-mail was Tyler the entire time (spoiler alert).

I don't know how much of a douche Tyler is beyond complaining about a lack of parties in a dorm, but I get the sense that the guy that wrote this e-mail is way douchier.

Ted Leonsis: Thanks for attending a marketing meeting on such short notice, everybody. So. I had a dream.

I think being hated by rival fans is one of the best compliments an athlete can get, and growing up loving Michael Jordan I hated Anthony Mason. R.I.P.

He saved me from a bee that tried to go down my cleavage after we traded blending tips. "That bee just won't leave me alone!" I complained.

Now wait a minute. I'm not going to sit here and tell you that Pat Robertson isn't a batshit crazy old fart, but this one is a bit of a stretch.