Sisyphean… "The Rock"… You're a beautiful man, O'Neal.

Block fetishists.

I loved SSX Tricky, but this game is just a drag.

I would put my body in the hands of Ron Swanson.

It's time for Paul Giamatti to ring in a new wave of unsexy vampires.

Let's see an O'Neal penned sitcom detailing the source and escalation of literary rivalries based entirely on first names.

I saw this last night, and I think this is spot on. I've never read Larsson's books—and watching Dragon Tattoo doesn't make me want to—but Fincher works wonders with the setting especially.

Kragar from the Vlad Taltos books?

No, no, no. Okay.

Young Adult's Patton Oswalt was way too deep in the uncanny valley for my tastes.

This is the only one I've been able to listen to all the way through since Rubber Factory.

Everything works for Childrens Hospital.

My body never takes me anywhere cool.
No more omelette shop body, let's go to the CLUB.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

When James Franco dies I'm gonna pretend to call up his ghost on stage and make it say bullshit nonsense so the REAL ghost of James Franco has no choice but to return to the mortal plane and fight me.

I picked up Mort on a whim—without having read any of Pratchett's other work besides Good Omens—so it looks like I'm off to a GOOD START.

I was going to ask what that song was, and then I CTRL+F'ed, and there you were, @avclub-fbf0721fd3fed15037e66c9b4d8c091e:disqus .
There you were.

Damn! Damn! Goddamn! Thrice-damned for posting an article about a "Goon trailer" that isn't about the film adaptation of Eric Powell's The Goon!

100% of my theater experiences already end in screaming at the other patrons because why would I CHOOSE to miss seven minutes of Avatar when I already finished my popcorn and the bucket is just SITTING THERE.

The A.V. Club community in four words: dirty old boner dogs.