Quite the resume
Kristofferson rivals Buckaroo Banzai in achievements…no brain surgery though.

It's strangely hypnotic…in a WTF kinda way.

And again
:: head explodes a second time ::

Resistance is futile
Gee-Man tries to comprehend what he just read.

Consternation! Uproar!
:: Alan Alda walks out ::

Creepiest cover song?
Goes to Sonic Youth covering The Carpenter's "Superstar." They turn the song into a spooky soundtrack for celebrity stalkers. It's a genius move. Other bands would've done it with a wink, they do it with dread and menace.

Downhill
Seems that ever since Superbowl ads became a huge dealio, they've been going steadily downhill. Every year it seems there's more emphasis on some flashy special effects or dumb gimmick than a solid, clever idea. The Bud Light ads were awful. Doritos had some funny ideas that seemed to misfire. GoDaddy were as…

Indeed. Crazy that he still looks the same today as in The Godfather.

My problem Angela44 is that they're a sanctimonious bunch of pinheads.

Obvious question
Isn't spending $3 mil on a vaguely anti-abortion ad a HUGE, SINFUL, WASTE OF MONEY??? Guess they already took care of all the starving children and the homeless so they felt it was time to drop major coin on a Super Bowl ad.

My wife told me I couldn't answer this. So I won't.

What about Grohl? He was super puffy, his arms were really fat.

Through adult eyes
I got dragged to the theatre when Grease originally came out and of course hated it, being a heterosexual male in the 5th grade. I was all about Star Wars.

I loves me my How It's Made. It's like valium t.v. So soooothing.

Bitches about his Chevy Malibu getting keyed?

Big mistake
Just got over a lovely 4 day bout of stomach flu. I did NOT need to see those photos.

Spencer Tracy
in Bad Day at Black Rock. He kicks the crap out of Earnest Borgnine with one arm…ONE ARM!!!

Sorry Terry1, I'm a bitter old man. EVERYTHING makes me angry.

Can someone confirm
That he attended Wilbur Wright Middle School in Munster, Indiana in the late 70s? I swear I was in a class with him. There was definitely a pasty, sardonic kid named Jim Gaffigan.

I like "cement ceiling." Kinda applies to my career path.