Good for spoilers!  I had no interest in seeing yet another slasher flick.  But a ridiculously elaborate conspiracy, coupled with Lovecraftian gods?  I just might watch that.

I managed not to read it until pretty recently, in my late 20s.  Although everyone seems to know it as a great high school/junior high book, it doesn't seem to lose much as an adult.  Plus, grown-ups' attention spans are way longer, so it's a pretty quick read.

I'm still holding out hope that Jessica Biel has six boobs in this movie— they're probably saving that for the red band trailer.

I didn't see the show, but I really want to punch the guy in the photograph with the vest and bad ink.  At least he appears to be losing there.

Black Gallagher's still okay, though, right?

I'm torn.  On one hand, I would never want to laugh at anyone for having a serious medical problem.  On the other hand, I really want to laugh at Gallagher for having a serious medical problem.

It's all about expectations— this is much better than I'd have expected from a rapper who made his bones on the Warped tour.

This guy's approach to talking about shitty movies is awesome.  I haven't seen too many people so willing to acknowledge that their movie is shitty and explain why without dumping all the blame on someone else.

I'm impressed by how many of the male contestants could pass for lesbians in my neighborhood. (If the guys all shaved, I think they could all pull it off— such soft features!).

I know biracial kids can have all kinds of weird hair things going on (speaking as a biracial person with weird hair things going on).  Sometimes it's a hard situation to manage.  But Deandre can't keep doing that Kenny G shit— it's an embarrassment.

It looks like the photographer told them all to to use their hands to signal the 11th season, and no one knew what to do.

That wasn't her tail.

I won't visit Novackaine's MySpace or any other MySpace, because I'd prefer to avoid terrible music/unreadable fonts/kidnappers/rapists.

Do you use the touch screen to make a lot of charcoal rubbings?  Because that seems like the kind of non-fun thing that a game designer might think is fun because it's happening with a touch screen.

This could get ugly.

I'd watch that— 14 hours long and effectively lobotomizes half the audience.

Kramer's inexplicable terror gets me every time.

I always thought "Merv Griffin" did a great job of mocking Seinfeld's (or any sitcom's, I guess) basic concept— we watch a series of people walk into a room and explain, in readily digestible chunks, all the stupid shit that's happening in their lives.

I was kind of hoping they'd just drive off the cliff and go ahead with the Whitney Houston sketch.

So this is the thread for troglodytes who, like me, clicked on the article despite having never seen the show.