Whenever I want to prove to someone that music can be great wihtout being epic, or bombastic, or heavy, I have them listen to Illinois. My roommate, a man of not-particularly-complex musical tastes, jumped right onto the bandwagon when I had him do so.

"Hey, uh P-feiffer, how'd you like a punch in your p-face?!"

You were in high school, of course you were into Hole. We all were at that age.

And it had Phil LaMarr.

He just wants to be cool.

You keep that petulant rich white boy outrage goin'.

I'm kind of surprised nobody's said The Mushroom Kingdom. I mean, yeah, it gets invaded once a month, but think about the peacetime there: No shortage of leisure activities, loose money all over the place, agreeable climates for everyone (don't like temperate grasslands? there's deserts, tropics, and snow-covered…

When you hate one particular person (or country), you can justify anything so long as it can be spun as a blow against who you hate.

Actually, she is, what with being married to a Baron and all.

Shred 'im.

I'm gonna say "Ouch!" for Madonna.

Four people: "Weird Al" Yankovic, Shigeru Miyamoto, Matt Groening, and Naoko Takeuchi. The architects of my formative years.

The last time he vomited 800 tepid, factless words onto the NYT editorial page.

The AV Club: Where you can read an article drawing a comparison between Roseanne and David Fucking Brooks, and they're being dead serious about it.

Well, yeah, so would I… but it'd be an EA game. From EA.

-10/10
Weaksauce.
Try harder.

So does "disagreeing is just like a lynch mob". I know a whole lot of people who nmight disagree with that. People whose ancestors were killed by ACTUAL lynch mobs.

Because that's what happened.

You honestly believe this.

Uh-oh, we got us a bona-fide Butthurt Sufferer!