Best Ring of Fire cover is by Wall  of Voodoo.

[Keanu Reeves posts something gracious, generous, and kind.]

As much as I love TMBG, my joke answer has to be that I’ve seen several articles about 80s/90s Star Trek on here.

I can still sing some of the song snippets from “Devil Can’t Write No Love Song.” Can’t recall a single line from either of the Chris Gaines songs.

Eh. Wasn’t that much worse than mid-to-late entries in the original series, which had one interesting sequel then started outright sucking as of III.

Might not still be the case; I just watched that episode a couple of days ago (Amazon Prime Canada, so might be worth a check if it’s been restored in any other areas).

Yeah, but that person is saying that in response to Burrows’ assertion that modern single-cam sitcoms only provoke mild “chuckles” and not the laugh-out-loud “guffaws” of a classic multicam, and saying that they don’t think that’s really true, they laugh out loud at modern single-cams (the ones they listed) all the…

Well, the word I did use was “unforgettable.” Nothing you said contradicts that.

An unforgettable movie (if you saw it) I’m shocked to see so under-remembered in the article.

Plus, all the multitudes of writers and producers who have come and gone on the Simpsons over the years seem to like and respect him. Any non-involvement on Groening’s part in the day-to-day of the Simpsons seems to be more to do with it not really suiting him (and him not being that interested in that as a full-time…

Man, I haven’t seen that “robot Lou Reed tears his face off” video in years.

Well, at least we don’t have to watch a video.

Twins doesn’t need the “even” (but Last Action Hero does).

Nothing wrong with liking Cable Guy; it’s definitely way better than Liar, Liar, Carey’s next movie which everybody stupidly liked so much more.

A title I will never pronounce out loud any other way than “Expendfourbles,” just like I do with “Fantfourstic.” Stupid numeral-incorporating titles.

I’ll generally prefer to watch Planet Terror over Death Proof, given the choice.

Kind of undermined by the whole dumb “oops, looks like it was actually fake drugs the whole time!” twist at the end, which I assume was imposed by the studio.

In terms of per-word rate, Playboy was the best-paying market for short fiction in the world, and authors of all kinds, at all levels of respectability struggled to get published there.

Or so the Germans would have us believe.

I remember that gag. I was one of the ones that got really tired of it really fast.