And now the comments are going to be either full-of-themselves self-identifying nerds bitching about how the satire tag is ruining society by ratting nerd culture out to the hoi polloi or the hoi polloi getting all self-serious and inadvertently concern trolling everyone because they don't have a sense of humor.

And it's, like, from a distance I can vaguely sense a difference between tattooed hipster moms and tattooed white trash moms, but I'm too bemusedly creeped out to start asking either of them what the fuck is up with it all.

[Hundreds of dildos are thrown from the gaping mouth of George R.R. Martin's giant floating stone head.]

Once it hits Jezebel we'll have all kinds newly-Disqused Kinja users in here screaming at us about the semiotics of transgender.

Metal Gear Solid used tiny robots in everyone's bloodstream, which I guess is sort of like blood type, as an excuse to limit your weapons early in the game by keeping you from picking up a machine gun off the first guard you killed.

Ugh, this is a mealy one.

Starring John Holmsopheliac.

There's a condition called hemospermia, where blood gets into I think the vas deferens and comes out along with the semen when you pop one.

Whoa, "Diamonds are Forever" is a little far down that list, don't you think? We're not adjusting its greatness because Kanye played it out all up on the radio, right?

John Woo, yeah, but John Hollywoo only has one good movie to his credit.

Isn't the general procedure these days to hype every single sexy graphed metric you can use to interpret one set of data and then see which sticks?

But now that everyone can report information to the Internet, we all need to start co-opting news jargon and further marginalize journalists.

I'll watch this 'cause it's "24", and I'm interested to see the shorter format, but it's been so long off the air, and "NTSF:SD:SUV::" happened and now I'm not sure there's any reason to bring "24" back.

Oh yeah, totally something that happens all the time. I punctured my pinky finger once cutting a bagel with a paring knife because I was too lazy to wash the bread knife, and the paring knife stuck into my bone and all the fat starting falling out of my finger when I pulled the knife out.

Yeah, well at least you won't be crushed in a cave-in because you pussed out and started wearing a helmet.

Was this an accident or attempted suicide?

That and, "It could easily be accomplished vis a com-pu-ter" are my favorite Kubrick lines, and probably both of them weren't even written into the scripts.

Didn't they make a beer can that used the carbonation propellant or gas or whatever to flash-chill the beer when you pulled the tab? There was at least a working prototype at some point.

What with all the heroin lately, this really is just asking for another, concurring epidemic involving subcutaneous blisters and dirty needles.

Their goofy love for terrible movies is pretty clear. I don't think you can keep a group of people outside of politics or religion together for that long whose only binding ties are rooted in hatred.