The inevitable "twerking" episode can be succinctly summed up by Grandpa Simpson: "I used to be with it, but then then they changed what "it" was.  Now what I'm with isn't "it", and what's "it" seems strange and scary".

He'd be suitable as "Childs" in a remake of Carpenter's The Thing, seeing as how they're both…you know.  Kurt Russell would have to play the Kurt Russell role again, because nobody out-badasses Kurt Russell, no matter how many of those teenaged vampire jerkoffs Hollywood keeps mass-producing.

Meh.  Looks like a fun Redbox rental, but it lacks the charm of that Corman Frankenstein movie.  Especially when Frankenstein rips his own arm off and starts smashing things with it.  Michael Hutchence as a fey Percy Shelley was an ingenious bit of casting as well.

Ah, Bachelor Party.  Still my all-time favorite Tom Hanks movie.  "Hey everyone, it's Cole!  Did anyone order an asshole from room service?" remains one of my favorite lines to paraphrase in general day-to-day conversation.

Oh, no doubt the majority of her catalogue is forgettable drivel, but she managed to crank out a few great, catchy pop songs.  You and your brother should spend some time reciting the mantra: "Just repeat to yourself it's just a show, I should really just relax".

Who will play his impossibly hot wife?  Gina Gershon, maybe?

Ke$ha makes no pretenses about her talent; she can't sing, can't play, and is not particularly attractive, and she knows it.  When one has the resourcefulness to find such strengths in their weaknesses, it merits my respect.

True.  For all of Whitney Houston's transgressions against music, I can at least respect her for never having to resort to that autotune crap.  Also, the music sounds like it was composed on an early FruityLoops module.

Well said.  Back when I use to work with developmentally disabled adults, I'd occasionally have to help chaperone their dance parties.  It was an endless loop of "All Star" and "Mambo #5".  Wiping a retarded guy's ass while listening to Lou Bega is the closest approximation to Hell I've ever experienced.

A case could be made for Roky Erickson's "Sputnik".  Of course, everything Roky writes is dripping with paranoia.

Heh heh, reminds me of an old joke I once heard:
Q: How do you get an Italian girl to shut up?
A: Punch her in the mouth a few times.

I think Disco Stu was one of the last times the show got it right; yep, one-dimensional character with no backstory, built upon a completely stupid premise, yet when used sparingly, he still makes me laugh.

Agreed.  There's absolutely no dirt to dig up on him.  From a philosophical/self-reflective perspective, it makes him an extremely interesting philosopher, but from an entertainment perspective, he lacks the sort of tawdriness that sells a 90-minute movie-of-the-week.  (He still gets an immortality pass for rejecting…

Suspect is hatless!  Repeat: Suspect is hatless!

"Oh, pwease, Mr. Bunny Wabbit, pwease stand still so I can bwast you!"

Did she get Pict first for the role?

Robocop…duh!

"Watson & Crick: LAPD".  The two famed scientists team up to use their unique abilities to unravel DNA evidence from some of LA's most baffling crimes.  They're aided by a tough police detective, played by Natasha Henstridge.

I once as a Metallica fan, but then all the guys on the football team started blasting "Enter Sandman" from their pickup trucks at keg parties.  That's when I started gravitating toward Slayer.

So, you gonna be a Mountie or a fishing guide when you grow up?