FYC had a big second hit with Good Thing.

For 1700+ comments, there haven't been that many suggestions that improve on the best of the original list, not that I read more than a fraction of the total. Our beloved AV experts also listed some real stinkers, and the comments here list a whole lot of really, truly, epically bad one-hit wonder singles. Shouldn't…

Vincent was another big hit— it got a whole lot of airplay.

Don't fight it. Any song with an almost rhyme like, "Wish I was in Tijuana, eating barbecued iguana" is destined for immortality.

He actually fired into the door of the room that he believed held the children. That's how smart he was. Fortunately, it only had the restaurant's computer, which got shot to hell. The owner still has it, and I hope that he donates it to the Smithsonian, assuming we survive the Trump era.

Joss Whedon was brought in to make sure that Keanu never had to say words of more than two syllables. That's why they had to change Graham Yost's original Zamboni to a bus, which was probably for the best.

Or they served asparagus for lunch.

Older British toilets often have the same problem. They use a lot of water, but they are so inefficient that they don't move much product downstream. For the country that invented the Crapper, you would think that they would be out ahead of the pack on toilet technology, but no.

Yeah, but with a big plastic bag attached, so it's patentable.

That's the new Star Trek sitcom right there.

All you have to do to discover what it means to be a hero, my friend, is to look in the mirror.

A couple of years ago I had an idea to tell ST stories from below decks— the people who never get to do anything and don't really know what the fuck's going on. Looks like I was late to that party, too.

For me, it's more accurate to say that I am done with the people who are running Star Trek… into the ground.

Too bad the AV Club discontinued their "stupidest comment of the day" contest, mr. folkard, or you would have well earned today's check for three acorns and 18 cents, plus a nice personal note from Mr. Nutterbutter inviting you to eat shit.

secret ingredient: sugar.

I would personally much rather listen to Pet Sounds than Sgt. Pepper's, which I think is the most overrated Beatles album. If the fight were with Abbey Road or the White Album (minus Rev.#9), I would probably go with the Beatles.

They were only 4.7 meters down all along.

Infinite Heartburn.

I think she's great. She could really stand to lose a little weight, though. It reflects badly on all of us.

It makes more sense than GL pretends. First, bikes usually can't trigger lights, so we end up stuck in left-hand turn lanes, for instance, unless and until a car pulls up behind us. Second, few things are more dangerous for a cyclist than having to pull into an intersection from a dead stop.