In 1981, when I was 9 years old, I scored over 100,000 points playing Activision's "Laser Blast" on my Atari 2600. After taking a photo of the TV screen and mailing it in to Activision, I got a sweet-ass patch in return. So put that in your fancy research, whydontcha?

I think weed all be happier without another pun thread.

The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace—the fact that you know from the title that it will have an unhappy ending really haunts the reading experience. I'm only a third of the way into the book, and it's really moving. I'm already preparing for a devastating ending.

Terriers

Danielle Steele will publish two books in the time it takes me to write this comment. Just sayin'.

If this is what they cut out, then the stuff they kept in the show must have been gold!

Fuck Muddy Waters and B.B. King—this here's the real blues.

Between the unfunny trailers, the constant stories about how overly defensive Paul Feig is about criticism, and the fact that Leslie Jones is involved, I already hate this movie . . . and I was one who hadn't formerly had any opinion on it at all.

Extremely underrated movie. Eugene Levy is particularly great in that.

Dabney Coleman is the underrated delight in this movie, with his lisping version of Bob Guccione/Hugh Hefner.

It was everything that Batman v Superman wasn't—engaging, funny, entertaining, logical . . . solid A-/B+.

Shit.
What?
Blues Brothers cartoon.
No.
Yeah.
Shit.

I've been called a greasy thug plenty of times, and it never stops hurting.

Quick! Head to Salon and write 5 think pieces about this, stat!

And the Bataan Death March that is Vince Vaughn's career trudges yet a little bit further.

That gritty guitar sound he gets in Let's Go Crazy is amazing.

I'm doing my best to get through Roberto Bolaño's 2666, but it's tough going. I liked the book's first section with the literary professors looking for the reclusive author, but the second section about the philosopher has been a snoozefest.

There is no way we're letting Death take both David Bowie and Prince—two of the most innovative cultural icons of all time—in the same year. Not happening.

But Trank’s The Fantastic Four is a surprisingly engaging, offbeat entry in an increasingly exhausted genre. I suspect that the future will be kinder to The Fantastic Four than the present is . . .

This is less of a movie and more of a cautionary tale.