I'd bet a lunch at the Gunga Diner that no one is going to put any part of it on any college comics course syllabi, as the original still is.

It may still have some issues in some of the books yet left to go; I think that it's mostly a matter of failing to meet its own hype. (Every now and then I'll still see something about it on Bleeding Cool, but I stopped following that site very closely or often any more when I got too frustrated between Rich Johnston…

Ennis' run is a mixed bag; the arc where Constantine is a homeless alcoholic is great, and "Confessional" is possibly the best Constantine story ever (and also probably the best work that Steve Dillon has ever done as an artist), but that whole arc where Constantine is hallucinating about America reads like a mash-up…

He was still on the fence as to whether he really wanted to commit to punk, or just cover Roy Orbison for the rest of his life.

Thanks to Jello, I discovered that I wasn't the only man to suffer from the heartbreak of whiskey dick.

1) Well, as a matter of fact, I rather do.
2) I find your lack of appreciation for Damaged disturbing.

Yep. No Rollins, no dice.

Given that the sequel to "Johnny Mnemonic" is basically Gibson's entire Wintermute trilogy (Neuromancer, Count Zero, Mona Lisa Overdrive), don't fucking tease me like that.

@avclub-fcb787a2bc2c458e8eaf517dbde66dc3:disqus : The only time I've seen Rollins live is during one of his spoken word tours, and he absolutely didn't coast by on his demi-celebrity status—he's really, really good at it. And, of course, that same celebritude helped get Echols off of death row in Arkansas.

Trufax: some dude just had a knife blade removed from his back after it being in for 3 years. Hey, at least he tried to walk it off.

@avclub-945ba977c27d196cdeaf6cbe4ff682f4:disqus : Dad damn it, I gave you explicit instructions to do that! Me, are you deaf or something? Oh, wait… sorry, guess you are. No worries, I'll be down to fix that in a jiffy.

The thing about this is that, before you realize that, yes, just like KISS in the early years, they always keep their makeup on, you think that you might see their unmade-up faces because you first see them from the back. For some reason, that filled me with dread.

The thing about this is that, before you realize that, yes, just like KISS in the early years, they always keep their makeup on, you think that you might see their unmade-up faces because you first see them from the back. For some reason, that filled me with dread.

I think this sort of counts because it took place during what was supposed to be a musical performance: Michelle Shocked's rant that not only got her kicked out of the performance space she made it in, but also practically her entire tour cancelled. Topped, of course, by her trying to sort of walk it back and sort of…

The Sword of Kahless belongs in…

I agree, and I think that Garak knew that; in his mind, the idea was probably that, he took the job (in "The Die is Cast"), he's gonna try to finish the job, no matter what.

…and DS9 would still be on the air, albeit with an almost entirely new cast.

Yeah, another KITH fan here that was also disappointed. The only thing that I took away from it was Bruce McCulloch's dead-on parody of Glenn Danzig… and watching that, I just realized that it's Nicole de Boer (aka Ezri Dax from DS9) that's stubbing the cigarette out on her wrist at 1:10… Am I gonna have to watch this…

@avclub-4e61e1b186c3ee890660d46d289c4679:disqus : Ebert has never been afraid to let his personal feelings trump his critical judgment, and sometimes it really, really shows. Read his review of Blue Velvet, for example; it seems that he trashes the movie almost purely on account of the scene where Isabella Rossellini…

In general, John Goodman not having an Oscar is solid proof that some Oscar-voting motherfuckers are insane in the membrane.