Chicago's Best Is Really Not Very Good At All is inspired, I must admit.

Oh, be nice, Perksy.

So just you? I joke!

He turns water into fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine

I meant your avatar. It's gone. But I guess what you just said explains your cold-blooded Zeppelin bashing WAIT NO IT DOESN'T. (heh)

You're more stone-faced than usual, there, Warren. What happened?

"Deep down inside Mimi, there's a scared little girl, and I think it's giving her indigestion."

Who Knows is so, so, so, so good. So damn good.

It's kinda cool, though, in a way. It's like we're all dead and floating in the ether, making dumb jokes about pop culture. It feels right.

You're dead weight, Marty.

AVC: So, Will, your new movie is awful. Not F awful, but we still hated it and think it's an abortion. Tell us what Bruce Dern is like.

You always know just what to say.

Treasure it, ElDan. They don't make those anymore, you know.

Save him for when you're just waiting around to die.

I like my escapist entertainment to be bleakly realistic. I'm sorry if that "harshes your mellow."

NuDisqus lets you know when other people are typing responses. I don't like that. I don't know why, but I don't like it.

No, but you just reminded me of "Welcome to Bananarama, where it's party tiiiine all de tiiiiine." So thanks.

"Santa with Muscles" is such an awesome title. They weren't even trying to try at that point. "I guess we oughtta name this thing. Uh… he's muscular, he's Santa… Muscular Santa? Santa with Muscles. That's it. Fuck it."

I remember playing Barbies with my sister during the premiere of Frasier. Then we watched Fernwood 2Night on Nick at Nite.

You may be beautiful on the outside like Kevin Bacon, but you're ugly on the inside like Tommy Lee Jones. On the outside. And the inside.