I pay too much for my dank stairwell.

As someone who was raised on the classic 12:30 pm Letterman cynicism, the wry acerbic more than happy to stay out of the entertainment fray, the obsequious "best buddy" method of ingratiating interview perfected by one Arsenio Hall just galled.

Either Leonard Cohen or the Smiths (metric ton of bootlegs I gathered from the Napster days).

Oh the HUMANITY!

Ribald!

Sounds like it was a Waiting for Guffman production, except Guffman showed up and his name.  Was Kartheiser.

I like Lana Del Rey.  And her H&M line from a few seasons ago was totally bitchin.

Black Swan is fully baked, my friend. 

Who needs Manifold when Pixie's around?  Why settle?

Me too.  New Avengers is just The Illuminati book that apparently wouldn't sell with the title "The Illuminati".

From these sweaty comments, a lot of AV Club's commentariat would like to bury some lede in Joshua Jackson.

lukewarm hot?

Thanos, now there's a meaty character.  Sure, he kills and he's a madman, but he does it all to get the attention of his lady friend.

Anne Murray defines shit hot.

Let's all rock shit hot, people.

The ultimate hubris. 

Again, why is Spiderman stopping to talk to the Thing unless there's a specific reason to do so?  Friendly banter?   Saying hello to a friend that otherwise has no real impetus to do so or narrative focus in the title sounds like filler.  That's bizarre that you're ok with having Thing just show up and exchange…

Hero v Villain is the laziest comicwriting.  Give me identifiability and fallibility on both sides. 

The hardest bad-asses to ever work at a Wilsons Leather mall outlet.

So Ex Nihilo is Avengers-friend now?  Got it. I guess.