I think it might have something to do with the whole "No-one comes to the Father except through Me", thing.  I don't recall reading, "No-one comes to the Father except through Me, or one of a few thousand saints.  Or my mom.  My mom's totally cool, too.  But you know….other than that."

Probably the same reason the writing is so terrible on these Christian puppet shows (and even typical church sketches).

Let's just be honest right here, right now: 90% of the reputation Moffat has for genius problem solving is based solely on his "Go to your room" solution to the Empty Child cliff-hanger.

The big problem with Sublime with Rome is that they picked a stupid name to try to keep cashing in on the whole "Sublime" thing (which was only a marginally great band anyway).  Had they just used a different name, they could have avoided the fact that I now know Bradley Nowell is the name of "that guy from Sublime"…

And "My Hero" doesn't instantly bring to mind images of high school offensive lines under the stadium lights?  A million ad-writers everywhere would beg to differ.

"Dave Grohl is a polar bear"= 
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God….Fastball.  That was a great 2-3 singles, followed by a long "huh….whatever happened to those guys?"

"So Much For The Afterglow" is such a great album that I want to give Art a lifetime pass.  I really do, and I know even thinking that, let alone saying it, means I have to hand in my hipster card.

Should I be worried that my first thought regarding a demo of "Big Fat Funky Booty" on the "Pocketful" reissue was:

Hasn't it been long-established around here that an F shows the film falls into "so bad it's good" territory, while a D- denotes a film that hasn't quite cleared that bar, and it's just a terrible film?

What?  We were trying to FORGET Sean Connery commanding an angry army of Grateful Dead bears?  Why would anyone want to forget that?  Cinema gold, that is!

It seems like a shame to not post this little gem somewhere in here.  Can't get through a Christmas without listening to it at least a few times.

Someone on here a while ago (don't remember who or when) made the point that Kiss' music in the 70s, devoid of their image and attitude, was basically the same sort of generic 3-chord hard rock that bands like The Ramones were recording in the studios; add to THAT basis the make-up, and it starts to seem like they…

He's already proven that the band can survive by dragging fans kicking and screaming into arena pop-country.

Goddamn you, Monkeylint- you just cost me half my lunch.  All over my fuckin' desk now!

Are we sure Cubanlinx didn't mean "Baby" and "corner" where "Pandora" and "box" were?

Where's Firefly?

Really?  Fast moving?  I seem to remember it felt like a single episode stretched to movie length.  I hate the thought of having to watch it again, but maybe it's time.

But unfortunately, you missed out on Missing Link in Broad Ripple; the store itself wasn't that great, maybe, but their fucking basement full of $1 vinyl more than made up for all the overpriced stuff upstairs.

You're clearly not from Indiana.  I guarantee there's at least 30 of those damn things between South Bend and Indy. And if you were, you'd know that Steak n Shake is the superior choice for 24-hour eating.