While I won't argue its their best album by any stretch, I don't see how any album with Cartoon Gold, Assholes, and the Thanksgiving Filter on it can be the one in which they lost their sense of humor.

He drank two cases of beer on one cross-country flight. And the argument is we may be low-balling the number. The man could drink like a softball player.

Nerdist went into detail over whether Burns made the right selections for the team in extreme baseball stat nerdiness. The best part, though, is that they endorsed Wade Boggs' selection on the grounds of his now mythic beer-drinking abilities.

Commentary: the Musical, the commentary track for Dr. Horrible's Sing a Long Blog, is the greatest commentary track of all time. It's like two films for one!

This is the best case scenario, as the only commentary tracks that survive will be for films that truly deserve them for fans who truly care.

I LOVE Emperor's New Groove. It's got some unfortunate 90s edgy signifiers, but it is Disney's best "buddy comedy". And Eartha Kitt is the friggin' best.

Despite the exterior 'tude, Shrek is a genuinely sweet guy. And Donkey is infectiously loving of just about everyone. You can see the germs of later, more terrible movies there, but the movie is pretty good-natured on its own. I don't mind when the kids demand to watch it. There's a lot there to still genuinely enjoy.

Shrek the Third is so awful it retroactively makes people hate the first two Shrek films, which were well-received, and hold up pretty well. It is the Godfather III of animated films.

My wife was nominated for a Grammy in the classical categories, so they still count and are valued (she has her nomination framed in the foyer). I was just trying to show where we stacked up in pop music Grammys as opposed to classical music.

If we remove classical, the record for most Grammys is 27, tied between Alison Krauss and Quincy Jones. Stevie Wonder rounds out the podium with 25. Beyonce is 5 away from the record for a pop musician.

To this day, I have no idea why there were stashes of porn mags in the woods across America for impressionable youths to find. It's like some Johnny Appleseed of skin mags went across the country for some reason.

The Grammys have always excelled at honoring the blandest, most middle of the road pap in the world, so I don't care in the annual exercise in pretending to be surprised. I mean, Toto has 6 Grammys, and that's not even in the top 20 of ridiculous Grammy facts.

The worst is Bone Daddy's. I kind of like their food, but the wait staff really goes for the off-duty stripper vibe. It's like they looked at Hooters and thought, "That's way too classy."

That's downright criminal in San Antonio.

That made me stop in my tracks. Wing Stop is delicious. And the taste of sugar on the fries is pretty damn addictive.

I liked that she was turned away by a swarm of 6 or 7 protesters. That's barely even a protest. We've all seen waitresses deal with larger and angrier crowds with greater skill.

Of course indie rock is dead. Fleet Foxes and Dirty Projectors killed it.

GIMME INDIE ROCK!!

Because it in no way resembles chili. And chili is one of man's greatest innovations. Also, as it is from Ohio, it lacks any flavor.

So St. Louis is to pizza as Cincinnati is to chili? Got it.