I was greatly amused at Vincent Kartheiser's token appearance this episode. One line, and he disappears into the aether.

Guns and Roses: One in a Million

It's Always Sunny still has some gas in the tank.

Invader Zim fans are insignificant, and Sonic is played out. Bronies, however, are a pestilence. Neither child nor man, not female, yet definitely not male per se, they are an abomination, a degenerate cultural strain that should be stamped out.

There's something beautifully Puzonian about that. If the hammer's going to fall, it's best to roll with the blow. Alan Freed died a drunken fuckup who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar; Dick Clark ended up an icon who sat on a mountain of money. He may have been duplicitous and opportunistic, but that's the…

Please state the nature of your musical emergency.

It's nice to see that hip-hop has its own Pink Floyd Laser Light Spectacular.

One of the upcoming episodes is entitled "A Christmas Waltz".

Burt Reynolds played the voice of the cube; that's what I remember. That, and they played it on the local FOX affiliate Sunday afternoons back to back with Small Wonder.

Rabin neglected to note the chalk on the pipe suspended across the alley.

David Cronenberg directed an episode of the latter; not a value judgement of the series, just an interesting aside. Freddy's Nightmares had one of the most disturbing things I'd seen on TV as a kid; during a dream of a nuclear attack, a TV showed Gumby melting and screaming.

THE CHANNEL. YOU CHANGED IT, WE CAME.

If it was the last day on Earth, I'd try to get this hot chick at work to give me becky, not waste it with you pieces of shit.

Did he swalllow, too?

Hey now, I thought Eddie was pretty good in that movie.

I anticipate a follow-up column examining in minute detail Wichita's notorious King Kung Fu, released nearly at the same time.

Manto was a throwback to the days of Stan Lee and Roy Thomas—guys that could pump out page after page of work without pause. As sleeper said, he didn't really fit in well with the "erudite" era of the eighties, with its emphasis on the more educated reader, with the increased pretension that came with it. The first…

A few years ago, he was accepting commissions, like a lot of comic book artists. This one guy was focused on obtaining renditions of Doctor Strange, and Golden had drawn the character in the seventies. The guy sends Golden a check, and waits…and waits…and waits…far beyond the agreed-upon delivery date. He pesters…

It doesn't help that he's also kind of a douche.

I thought ELR had a lot of truths hidden within. Peter Boyle's character was almost a terrifying caricature of my grandfather.