Ugh - Maurice LaMarche does a terrible impression. He's best at approximating what a fat guy with a baritone voice might sound like, but that's really it.

And if that's all you know him by, then shame on you.

Pfft. Orson Welles, for the win.

Right - chewbacca and stewbacca, for example, is not a pun.

Puns are words that sound alike but have different meanings.

Yup. He's a hard-core conservative nutjob these days.

Will Jon Lovitz spend thirty minutes complaining about how Obama is a secret Muslim communist, like he does on his podcast?

You know what to do, DCU… Kill off this version of Lex, introduce his father.

Why?

You should, regardless. Those things are calorie bombs, and not at all good for you.

In Chapman’s case, she longs to “finally see what it means to be living,” to not only escape a place that makes her feel like an outsider but also, more importantly, find the spot where she can flourish.

You're missing the meaning behind the song. The dreams aren't of a fast car, it's that she needed to get away.

SWING HEIL!

Fewer things in porn are a bigger boner-killer than fake moans and a "thank you, SuperStickFireman4U" after the tip jar rings.

I remember watching this stuff as a kid and thinking how important it all was.

Old DW is for the old-school nerds. You know, the greasy, calculator carriers from yester-year. New Who is for squee girls.

I have to say, the first part of SPR is pretty incredible cinema. But I basically agree with you.

Everyone loved it. Nobody would admit to thinking it's a masterpiece now.

Nobody looks back Forrest Gump and thinks "yeah, that was worthy of an Oscar."

Tom Snyder also had an epic showdown with a receding hairline.