Much agreed.

Did he then look about awkwardly, realizing that he'd forever marked himself as behind the times?

Scroobius Pip is the only reference I have for British hip hop.  While I enjoy it very much, I usually take it as an argument against British hip hop.

SUCH a fucking poseur.

You can't stop at short stop!  You have to keep running!

Is this a pathetic contest?  I love pathetic contests!

My contempt for the genre aside, I've always enjoyed the term "bodice ripper."  Maybe a little too much.

Plug that blog, yo.

I think, maybe, the answer might lie in the source material?

So Twilight becomes Underworld, and I go back to wishing even harder that I'd never seen either?

JUST THE BULLETS.

Mr. Fantastic makes up for his physical uselessness in lots of ways.  His complete lack of regard for scientific responsibility or ethics, for example.

You know, ever since the end of the silver age there really hasn't been enough bamboozling in super hero comics.

That's funny, seeing as the Dave Clark Five made a very minor career out of occasionally being mistaken for the Beatles on the radio.

Is this ironic?  I don't know.  But it's delightful.

Is she, really?  To any extent greater than your typical new pop act?

Listening to it now for the first time, I'm in complete agreement.  If I'd been watching the show, I'm pretty sure I would have been unimpressed.  Pretty girl singing a pretty song in a lowish sultry voice?  Not exactly unheard of.  Not exactly unpleasant, either.

I hate the word "mancession."  Mostly because I loathe portmanteaus, but also because it implies a situation that only barely resembles the truth.  But definitely more because it's a portmanteau.

That works on a lot of levels.

Describing Springsteen's voice as a monotone leads me to think you don't actually know what a monotone is.