311 was the absolute the worst.

I could almost here the director's voice ringing in my ears "DO TERMINATOR!" as the waif was looking down, slowly raised her chin, than mechanically looked to the side. "NOW START SLOW RUNNING! A LITTLE BIT FASTER! A LITTLE BIT FASTER!" ZZZZzzzz.

Check out this clip of a selection of the bands playing at the X-Ray at the time (my personal favorite is Frog Sandwich at 1:55), someone playing DEVO covers was probably the most boring thing to happen in that joint (though this doesn't appear to actually be in the X-ray). At one time I remember thinking to myself…

Crackerbash, Quasi, the X-Ray…it's all coming flooding back.

Bring me the Blackfish!

I've always assumed that the dudes freaky singing voice in this song was a nod to Max Julian's tortured delivery in The Mack, though I've never found any evidence to back it up.

Me too. For some reason it REALLY bothers me that it's presented as if it's some fabulous spontaneous moment, culled from the fabulous imagination and personal musical tastes of {celebrity of the day}, rather than laboriously dictated, scripted, rehearsed, over-wrought bullshit that squirted out of some producer's ass.

Did Gilbert keep up his shtick for the whole show, or use his actual speaking voice?

Dear Benevenstanciano, I'm a 23 year-old power lifter, and I always thought the crazy stories in the AVClub Forum were made up, but this weekend it happened to me!

Now and laters were definitely made with glue.

Honestly I can't remember too clearly, but I would also assume both.

Yeah, as a kid watching Night Flight felt like you were getting away with something, and also seeing something special/secret. I swear at least half a dozen times I excitedly tuned in waiting to see what weirdness was in store, and then the crushing disappointment that came from finding out it was that weird…

On June 17th 1994 I had traipsed down to Eugene, OR with a dozen other goobers, to camp out in the back of a friend-of-a-friend's crusty house for 3-days of the Grateful Dead's annual stop by Autzen stadium. After the first show on Friday we all stumbled back to this dude's house, and someone turned on a…

His character and history may have been entertaining, but his professional fights generally were not. His last fight against his former street-fighting protege DADA 5000 (what?) was the kind of shit fight you'd see opening a Toughman contest in Montana 20 years ago. Plus he blew out a knew somewhere in there, so he…

I'm sorry. I know how you feel sometimes. These days it seems like you can find a million folks who are willing to 'help' with Hallmark platitudes, paper-thin spirituality, or backhanded advice that suggests you're just not trying hard or smart enough…..but plain old sympathy and pity seem to be in extremely short…

That nun has clearly trained in Gymkata.

Me too, except for the 'new' part…it took like 5 seconds for me to drunkenly swipe every other character's concerns off the table of my mind, like "FUCK ALL'S Y'ALL!! 100% House Mormont from this moment forward."

Also: the opera company in Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd's town. "Awwww, the fucking rabbit and the retard are up there again! Don't cheer them on you idiots! I guess we're taking the night off again?"

As you might imagine, that initiated decades of tooth-based nightmares for me.

True story: when I was like 13 I actually did manage to rip a crown out of my mouth using a Sugar Daddy….but I also put that crown back on, using a tiny piece of the Sugar Daddy as adhesive, which stayed put for over a year, until a dental assistant ripped it off with the tartar pick a year later, which was just as…