I'll always remember Rolling Stone's scathing, two-star review of They Might Be Giant's brand new album for 1990, Flood. Fortunately, the internet remembers too.

Also the number of minutes too late.

The personal friends I follow aren't people who are already exposed to the millionth degree in every other media capacity. It's a convenient way to keep up with people hundreds or thousands of miles away between times of "real" contact.

A statement that the movie fucking owned made a trip to the second comment page worthwhile?

Night Train and vanilla extract? I think that's the only combination we *didn't* try in college.

"Brinks Home Security is now Blue Light Special Co."

Episode 129.

Removing the Bluthy animation style from any Don Bluth movie from the 80s would alone be a huge improvement.

bipbipbip, feel free to fuck off at your earliest convenience.

I stay for the pie.

And it features guinea pigs. What were the odds?

Parents of five year-olds, Zod have mercy on their souls.

The following PREVIEW has been approved for ALL AUDIENCES by the Motion Picture Association of America
Harry Potter rated PG for scary images, some violence, language and mild bestiality.

"Where'dya git da 'owitzer?"
"Ah found it!"

Count me in for three.

I'm up for injecting some lady heroes and listening to jazz.

Vault Zero is better than Diet Dew, but neither is as good warmed-in-the-sun-until-hot-to-the-touch as a can of regular Mountain Dew (sorry, Mtn Dew) is.

The passage of time had me convinced that 7 Up Gold was called 7 Up Spice. Thanks for resetting my memory bank on that one. That *was* a great summer.

Also dooming those goofballs The Who and Led Zeppelin.

You can really tell the economy is in the shitter by just how little effort it takes to qualify for owning someone.