I'm not ready to call it a renaissance. That Uncanny #17 preview looks like it's the worst comic ever made. And not "worst" in a high camp, deliciously Barbarella way. Bad in that there's pages of tedious Bendispeak as teenage chatter.

This again?

3ft High just doesn't sound the same without the cassette tape crackle and hiss.

Headliner, I challenge you to a game of flappybird..A GAME OF FLAPPYBIRDS!

There goes our ISO-9000 certification :(

Def Poetry Jam, starring one-third of the Fernice Bros!

I love 90s britpop. Kaiser Chiefs definitely had the stench of 10 year reappropriation.

we scoff because we love.

that's it. Gold star for you!

< Spinner turns away, completely crestfallen >

I gave you a pity upvote. Let's buck up, ok?

Did you like how she managed to wrangle screentime of her flopping about in a bikini? Shameless!

Or how about when CeeLo lost his shit over that gal's completely KMart looking ankle boots? Nonsense.

jerk-flavored.

It does feel like there was some real unnecessary earnestness and viewership investment on the part of the author of this piece.

How about the next HGTV Design Star?

of all the injustices in the world, this gets your ire? you should have stopped after your first comma.

I blame Twitter for providing a far-too easy conduit to this "emotional incontinence".

Felice brother, meet a Pernice brother.

Shh, I think there's real BRONTOSAURUS in my brontosaurus burger.