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Lol. I bet they'll print that shit on the box.

Damn this series of tubes!!!
Damnit, in the whole "movie cliches we could do without" article, I mentioned seemingly omniscient computers that find the killer, or reveal why the house is haunted, or dig up all the back story with a single click, and surprise! Here it is again! Damnit, I'm so tired of seeing the

Shit'chall, the razor blade replacement racket is about as common a scam as 3-card monty or lottery tickets. It's taught to all freshmen marketing students as the first lesson in pillaging.

Personally, I'd guess the problem is that MSRP has become more an advertising tool than a realistic figure. When I was a kid reading guitar catalogs, you'd commonly see things like "MSRP=$1200, Our price=$549". At the time, that seemed insane, but now it's everywhere, and MRSP seems to be some dream number pulled

@i like hot dogs - Durr, stuff in big cities is only "better" than all the other junk out there in the same way that the records on the billboard top 10 are "better" than all other music out there, i.e., there are more people to attest to it's "better-ness"; however, it doesn't necessarily indicate that there's

Yeah, i gotta go one step further on Outspan's and say Computers/Computer hackers that border on omniscient. It pisses me off to no end when some ass-hat types "hack password!" or "Match DNA!" or "why is my house haunted?" into some totally unrealistic GUI, and the computer instantaneously performs said task, or digs

NES Open
I still content that the sequel (kind of), "NES Open", was in terms of playability, sheer fun, and downright addictiveness, the best golf game of all time (and yes, I'm including actual golf in the comparison). Also, pairing it was beer never hurt (also true with actual golf).

My favorite was always the boss's "Philadelphia". It immediately conjures images from the movie of the same name, which makes you pretty quick to back up from the table a few more inches, and shower down in a chlorine bath when you get home.

if you've ever seen any of the old UFC freakshow matches where a giant is pitted against well-trained little guy, you wouldn't be so sure about shaq. I've got a feeling shaq will mostly just be swinging at air, or huddled in the corner, trying to avoid a barrage of tiny (relatively) fists.

Wow, either you're in some sort of amazing time warp where everything is still 1997, or you're the most patient person on the face of the planet for weening all that wasted goodwill through the past 4(ish) horrific releases. Either way, I envy you, sir.

For real, in the past 3 years or so, they've pretty much switched to a 75% cutaways format that makes the show fairly unbearable to watch, and largely forgettable, since none go beyond mildly amusing.

Maybe if she wasn't out on the town hussy'n it up with a different guy every night, she wouldn't have this kind of problem.

Asylum release?
I wonder if Asylum will rush out "Megablox" before "Legos" can come out.

A CGI/live action hybrid based on a not-so-popular part of the collective pop-culture lexicon? How can we go wrong!?!?
It worked wonders in "Speed Racer"!

Oh, and The Pig In Zen, listen to some Cynic. They were rocking vocoders along side death metal when T-Pain was still wearing diapers.

Why anyone would debate the medium of vocal delivery in metal is beyond me, since you could make the same arguments about ANY OTHER GENRE OF MUSIC. Why do opera singers use such exaggerated vibrato, why don't rappers acknowledge pitch, why does every male country vocalists start the first word of every line on a

Well put. People that self identify as "nerds" also tend to love macs, and purchase clothes that are ironically "nerdy", unlike actual nerd clothes, which generally smell kind of funny, never were and never will be fashionable, and aren't very ironic at all.

I'm sorry, I was in the bathroom, what?

And it's true. Nothing can beat that fight. It was a solid 45 minutes of inconsequential head butting and ball-punching. It was as if John Carpenter said, "Uh oh, we need another half hour in this thing. Remember that alley confrontation, where Piper asks David to try on the sunglasses, and they briefly argue about

I know, a person liking a particular type of music that isn't your cup of tea—-it's crazy! It's such a weird, wild world we're living in! It's like, sometimes, I start to wonder if not everyone out there is exactly like me, but then it freaks me out too much, so I stop and go gaze wantonly into the mirror some more.