There was a time when porno movies had plots, and frequently had humor.  Perhaps not coincidentally, this era is now known as "The Golden Age of Porn".

Weird.  One of my old housemates from when I lived in Elsmere used to dress up as HST on Halloween.

It's all pretty self-explanatory, as long as you're an old-school Whovian.

Winterfylleth - void of Light
Slayer - Psychopathy Red
Mastodon - Joseph Merrick
Svarttjern - I Am The Path Part II
The Lords of Altamont - Action

No, no, NO.  If it would guarantee that Tennant would never return to to Doctor Who in any capacity, I would gladly sit and watch "The Twin Dilemma" 100 times back-to-back.

An adaptation of "The Rocket" illustrated by Joe Orlando appeared under its original title of "Outcast of the Stars" in Weird Science #22.  Like EC's other Bradbury adaptations, it's nicely done.

The CGI on Troughton might have been dodgy, but I thought it was awesome that in an episode that featured multiple Doctors, his appearance came from an episode that featured multiple Doctors.

Carib with a lemon wedge.

Slayer - Chemical Warfare
Anthrax - Medusa
The Phantom Surfers - Poison Clam
Behemoth - Daimonos
Satan's Pilgrims - Psych-A-Go-Go [Psych Out!]

See also The Crossfires, The Challengers, The Nocturnes, Dick Dale and the Del-Tones, Eddie and The Showmen, The Bel-Airs, et al.

As far as I am concerned, 16yo Lagavulin is the best Scotch there is.  Smoke, sea spray and sweetness without the medicinal taste of something like Ardbeg.

Iris is a great name.  I would have lobbied hard for that one, but it just doesn't go with my last name.

We've been on the bleeding edge of the old-timey name thing.  Both Manic Tomlets have names that are far more common for kids two years younger than they are.

I already listened to all of "Reign In Blood", and "Seasons in the Abyss" (the song) and "Bloodline" today.  Plus the new release from Behexen and right now Mgla's latest.

I'm not a big fan of stouts, but it seemed pretty OK to me.  The liquor store closest to me has a ton of Clown Shoes bombers, but I really try to avoid them because the brewers seem like a bunch of douche-bros (The Shocker?  Really?  What is this, 1999?).

That's an insane amount of money to spend.  I didn't actually go to the prom, but I did blow $12.50 on three cases of Hamm's for the party we had afterwards.  I doubt I would have had a better time if I'd actually gone.

As I type this, someone out there is frantically crocheting an amigurumi Mr. Sweet, which will be on Etsy sometime next week.

A meta reference to the shutdown of The Mill's visual effects department?

They're really not much a credible threat.  They've been in a generations-long war with a bunch of light bulbs covered in cling wrap.

Jesus, that was Diana Rigg?  Time is a cruel, cruel mistress.