Aw shucks.

Thinking about that makes me feel kinda funny, like when I would climb the rope in gym class.

II, VI, IV, III, I, V

…where the fructose burns and the corn starch chases…

Farrah. Fawcett.

It's a true story of seven aliens picked to live in a house and try not to catch a cold. So watch what happens when the Martians stop being nice and the heat beams start getting real…

There's a kernel of truth in that.

It's enough to Jyn up an upvote from me.

Alicia Keys>>>>>Black Keys

It's Greg Berlanti Week here at the AV Club

I'm just waiting for the 800 word think piece about Romulan Ale.

You can't truly appreciate Carrot Top until you've seen his act in its original Klingon form.

I love a good titular locale.

I love a good titular party.

Good but busy weekend.

When it was popular, I was in my full-on metal head years and that hippy-dippy, happy-clappy stuff just annoyed me and that MTV played the crap out of it annoyed me more.

I don't care it but "Don't Worry" doesn't muster irrational hate in me the way the others do. It's harmless. Cloying but harmless.

Just add in "Stairway to Heaven" and "Hey Jude" and call it a night.

Yes - it's that guy's voice that made "Red Red Wine" unbearable to me…as well as the Fine Young Cannibal's "She Drives Me Crazy"

It's so dense. Every single frame has so many black R2 units in it.