Huh. Good point. I hadn't thought of that. I've never understood the appeal of Second Life. What's the point of an MMO that doesn't involve murdering things?

Really? I'm about a third of the way through REAMDE, and my problem is that the game idea strikes me as incredibly unsustainable.  People will always pay for a leg up in a game, but why would anybody play a game where paying for ingame things is mandatory? Un-opt-outable PVP is essential to make the plot work, but…

I will admit that I just fucking love Fluttershy's squeaking.
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I'm pretty sure of this one because some teenage girls explained it to me as "time when start day."

Sam Worthington is like Candlejack, except instead of being abducted you just stop caring before the end of the sent

I like how quickly they stopped bothering to make excuses for him not wearing clothes. 

Pretty much. I guess that makes Stephanie Meyer the devil, which is disappointingly predictable.

Werewolves give terrible shower gifts. Oh, half of a dead possum. ….thanks.

Someone once brought up the interesting point that the absolute horror of the demon-baby could be a subconscious terror that contrasts with the ostensible belief about babies being totally wonderful and what every woman must have.

Here in Russia, where I am for some reason, I have learned from the posters for this movie that the word for dawn is рассвет. This marks the first occasion in which Twilight has taught anybody anything. 

Alan Moore already tried with Swamp Thing, which I am fond of just because it is the only way I ever would have had reason to Google the phrase "LSD love potato."

Hard sci-fi is anything where a character checks a chronometer instead of a watch.

Terry Goodkind's work is massively entertaining when seen not as novels, but a look into the mind of someone without the notion of restraint who is also completely batshit insane.

Well you're wrong. 

That's a good point, and what the fuck. I really hope you threw a drink in that guy's face, or better yet, a piranha.

Watching that again, it strikes me how Gaston's entire motivation is rape. 

To be fair, she was also a douchebag.   That movie's greatest demand to suspension of disbelief is when it keeps telling us that she's really smart.

Until I listened to that Sobbin' Women song, I had no idea you could combine "toe-tapping" with "flagrantly about rape." 

From the picture, I thought this was a film about janitors. Janitors of the Apocalypse would be pretty awesome, actually.

Honest to god, I thought she was Hispanic.