I stare at a blank television screen.  There's a weird show about a guy who looks like me.

Eh, guitar bands are on the way out.

Wallaby sitting this round of puns out.

I sure hope @avclub-cfaedf8d25fee6179bfc4bcb64bbbfbd:disqus got fired for that blunder!

No, we're mostly talking about girls in underwear.

In case of a tsunami, though, Barry White's square was safe AND sexy.

I wonder if it's true that if you go to the Frito-Lay factory and eat a Frito fresh off of the line, regular Fritos will be forever ruined for you.

This seems like the sort of thing that all of our Moms will go to see en masse.

She seemed like a bit of a flake.

Phil Nugent gets paid by the clause.

What, do you think people should be allowed to mess with others' Tastykakes?  Anarchist!

With the notable exception of Bats with Lou Diamond Phillips.

It's already CBS's rapiest show.

Hacking a Gibson is simple: gin, vermouth, onions.  Now hacking a Long Island Iced Tea, that can get complicated.

They should have called it The Hackerer or The Computerer.

Todd, you forgot the single biggest obstacle for getting into classic graphic adventures: if your dog chews up the code wheel and you can't come up with the name of the pirate to start the game.

Who are you?  Doesn't matter!

Yeah, I remember The Dig getting a TON of press.  The fact that Steven Spielberg's name was on it was taken as a sign that this was a big deal, and that video games were serious business now, etc.

I had (and probably still have, though I'm sure it wouldn't work on my current computer) a disk of all the Zork games plus Planetfall.  I'm certain that I never won any of them, but I did make it far enough in Planetfall for it to make me sad.

I forget which Monkey Island game it was, but I remember the part where you found a phone in the jungle and called the LucasArts tipline.