No shit man.  Foo Fighters are rapidly morphing into the new Red Hot Chili Peppers: A band with a million mediocre songs that are ALWAYS playing on every rock/pop/adult contemporary station.  I'm convinced that Grohl & Flea have collaborated to develop a scientific formula for creating music for jerkoffs.

A (George) Wundtman.

I've got a steel log she can update!

I know it's not theirs.  And no, it sucks.  You remind me of my cousin who worshipped Phish 15 years ago, and now admits that they've always kinda sucked.

Want to stop the Daleks from taking over your planet and enslaving your race?  INSTALL A FUCKING STAIRWAY, that's how.

Whenever anybody refers to Hannity or Glen Beck as a "journalist" I want to punch them in their fat stupid little faces.

I've heard that Teddy Roosevelt would spontaneously challenge diplomats to wrestling matches in The Oval Office.  Fantasy death match: Roosevelt v. Putin.

LeAnne Rimes?  Well, she was riveting in "Coyote Ugly" (in that I wanted to drive a rivet into my skull after sitting through ten minutes of that shitty movie).

So your dad had fun while you were bored as shit?  Do you find that your dad usually ends up fucking the girls you date?

It's close, but I actually hate "Hey Ya" even more.

Right on.  The dusky girls generally be good-to-go, but don't put your mouth on 'em— that shit most likely been in some fucked-up places.  I wouldn't go down on Nichelle Nichols if a diamond-plated Bentley was waiting for me down there.

Something "Star Wars"-related is going to happen.  We Jar-Jar understand, and we don't Jar-Jar give a shit.  Give us some Trek news, for Christ's sake.

The 'Peppers have a good fifteen years of mediocre, Jack FM songwriting on Nickelback.  Around 2028, I may very well start subscribing to your newsletter.

In situations like this, I often find myself paraphrasing "Heathers": "Dear God: Why'd you have to kill such hot snatch"?

To the credit of the creators, they took the formula to its limit, but it wore out here.  Kudos to Katie Featherston though, for tightening up and moving from "Might Bang" status to "Probably Bang" status.

To the credit of the creators, they took the formula to its limit, but it wore out here.  Kudos to Katie Featherston though, for tightening up and moving from "Might Bang" status to "Probably Bang" status.

Shun Chinese Chef's knife.  16 layers of high-carbon steel.  You can split a pig's skull wide open with one swing.

It's awesome when you're five years old at 6:00 AM on a Sunday morning in 1981.  The only other things on were Jimmy Swaggart and local ministry programming.

So the guy who made the worst cartoons ever died?  I don't know how I should feel about this.

If it shows Kate Beckinsale running I'll check it out.