So-bad-it's-good
The sport of enjoying something produced in earnest for its unintentional humor is something so common that it deserves a neologism.
If I remember, the Church of the Subgenius tried to make 'bulldada' fit that role a while ago.
It's more concise than having to stammer through an explanation using…

TPIR is one of my guilty pleasures. Moreso under Bob Barker, as he had a grandfatherly demeanor toward the contestants. When he would whip up excitement for the brand new car or a foot spa for the nth time, it tended to elicit a palpable thrill in his followers and in me, vicariously.
Drew is a born wiseass, and it's…

Your vampire duck heritage is as long as it is lispy.
I'm surprised nobody thought to include Count Quacula in that brief list of vampire ducks.

Sit and spin!
Hey, as long as you're going to touch on something as culturally remote as The Elongated Man, you may as well include "Spin", the glittery vortex in a bottle which was basically a futuristic cousin to crack. It appeared once for the anti-drug episode of Bravestarr; Filmation's last produced TV cartoon. …

Prophecy
God, Prophecy. I can't believe that stupid promo chilled me to the bone.