Walken owned everything as the Man with the Plan.

I'm talkin' about quote-swappin'!

The more I rewatch Burn After Reading the quicker it migrates from guilty pleasure to just pleasure.

You heathen!  No mention of cheap beer!

Mr. Creosote?

*contemptuous sideways throw of my FBI badge into the Aussie surf of 100 year storm*

Wasn't '83 also the year that X-Men and Teen Titans had some wack-ass crossover?

The weight of all those pouches seems to drag on each characters face.  They develop excessive face wrinklage, Nicholson eyebrows and James Coburn fists.

Don't ever let go of that anger White Suburban Punk.

The verminous serial killer was the second appearance of Zaniac.  Not the most memorable issues but that is one cool villain name.  Thor has to be given a bit of a break as Hela had just cast her "you can't heal any injury but will never die spell."

I liked the differing origins of all the Reavers.  Pierce, always a cyborg villain and White King of Hellfire Club.  Deathstrike, Cole, Macon, and Reese bionicized in The Body Shop by Spiral.  Then there were the Reavers, v. 1.0.  Skullcrusher, Bonecruncher, and Pretty Boy.

I like Lobo rastafied or non-rastified.  And he commits murder and genocide consistently and thoroughly.

Don't forget that Thor teaches the Beyonder the concept of irony by having him whisk Kurse away to fuck up Hela's shit.

They just mean he's reaaaaallllllly sexy.  Brono-sexuals.

XMen #205, art by Windsor-Smith.  Proto-Weapon X story.  Near feral Logan rescued in snowstorm by Energizer from Power Pack.  Bloody cat and mouse game in a Central Park snowstorm ensues as they are hunted by Lady Deathstrike, Cole, Macon and Reese (in their first bionic/pre-Reaver appearance).

IM #200 blew my eight year old mind.  I started reading as Rhodey unravelled and now Tony was Iron Man again!  Taking it to Stane who blows his head off with a repulsor when defeated!

The A.V. Club:  A knotted coil of beefy, squinty menace.

Talking to Andy Garcia will bring me that much closer to my perfect world.

One common buckwheat is to shoot a guy up the ass.   Ba-bing.  You don't die so much as contort to death for ten minutes.  I imagine it's like crappin' white hot razor blades.

"Olden!  Did you really do the foxtrot with a $1000 hooker?"