I kind of enjoy the "ass-jag-ery". It almost seems like the hosts don't really care about their sponsors, or their audience, or their physical appearance, or each other. It's kind of refreshing, in a "who let the key-grip and boom operator host their own show" kind of way.

Bad call. I resolve to forget how to read entirely in 2010.

Business Man who is Actually Cupid
I really like that idea. And perhaps it could end in a manner similar to Click/Bruce Alimighty/retarded premise movie X, in that his Cupid power could unexpectedly stop working, causing his magical bow and arrows to revert back to a real bow and arrows, resulting in multiple muders…

Whatever happened to Fox's "celebrity" boxing?
Wash-ups Vs. Has-Beens in a battle to prove their own relevance via direct physical force. Come on people, that show was the very embodiment of the futility and abject meaningless of individual human struggles. It was less celeb-reality than it was an exercise in…

Eh, funny people had a good 30+ minutes of flab hangin off it's ass that would keep it off any list I could imagine. It was good, but not nearly compelling enough to justify 2.5 hours of heart-warming snarky-ness

Well, it certainly isn't work befitting of Moon-Men. That's for sure.

Ya'll just hatin' cuz he a violent sociopath…

So the MPAA has made it their official policy to enforce lying to our children in order to protect them. Good for them…

Wow, you guys have perfectly summarized my spec script for a big screen adaptation of Candy Land the Board Game the Movie that I've been working on.

Three's Company taught me valuable swinging lessons, many that modern television fails to deliver.

Yeah, despite my love for the 'don, that record was flabby as hell. Maybe 3 good tracks, and another 2 good tacks hidden within 2 of the other long aimless proggy-messes. Regardless, those cats gotta come back down to earth and concentrate on the next record (though i guess outerspace was the idea on Skye, after…

Eh, Wolfgang is a really fun record, but IMHO it lacks depth and variety, and it doesn't really push any boundaries or buttons, make any statements, or advance pop music in any particular way. Kind of a safe pick, really, but I guess that's dewmocracy for ya…

I dunno man, I have a buddy who's seen him live like 8 times and has every album, DVD, box set, etc. It's kinda weird. Sort of like claiming to be a the world's #1 pizza fan or something. I mean, duh, everyone likes pizza…

Dogbert, you say? Very interesting. I guess it should come as no surprise, considering Dead's full-stomach "I Hate Mondays" tattoo.

"they were reacting against death metal, which was becoming really commercial"
I'm going to go ahead and assume they mean "Thrash metal", since I can't recall a time offhand when Cryptopsy or Cannibal Corpse managed to sneak onto morning drive-time radio playlist, at any time, in any place.

Ugh, Eternal Sunshine at #1? Come on…
Maybe that movie didn't win me over because I dated Clementine's equally crazy twin sister for 2 years, and despite the bittersweet reunion in the third act, I know how that relationship ultimately ends (Spoiler Alert: It involves a lot of hair dye, booze, and flat-out crazy…

Good God, a Beck/O'Reilly "tour"? You won't find more rubes assembled in one place outside of the Rubicon River Rubes & Ribs fest. Rubes, I tell ya. All of'em.

Well, the trailer-loop doesn't have that obligatory "Maybe they won't succeed?" moment at the 1 hour mark, where you start to worry that the dog hotel won't overcome whatever obstacle(s) (I'm going to guess the difficulties of opening a hotel for non-paying customers in a harsh economic climate) it has to overcome…

That dog is a socialist!

After the "Nuclear Fridge" scene, I was expecting Indy to spend the rest of the movie in the "walking ghost" phase of high radiation exposure, i.e., in apparent good health, only to suffer a horrific, bloody, and painful death over the days to come.