Kim Deal’s voice. As in all art, the framing IS critical, but at the center?

Came here for this.  And not ashamed to repost.

Ah, come on now. A loser would have been caught by the third murder, easily.  Plus, a loser accusation from Dusty Rhodes, a professional [well-paid] loser?  C'maaawwwn.

If 94 was a huge cultural embarrassment, then 99 was the nadir of cultural history. There’s definitely levels there. A sod throwing fight with Green Day, or smackdown rock-soundtracked sexual assault.  hmm.  

I know, right?  What a tardo.

Yes. Radiohead and pop country have such parallels.  Boy howdy.

Country radio really does epitomize what’s wrong with this market research driven, monopolist pseudo-capitalist modern music industry that provides something that masquerades lightly as art.  There are about four templates for 95 percent of the songs on popular country radio.  They don't even have to be by different…

I Can't Wait for that!!

Gone For Good by The Shins.  Goddamn, what a great song.  

Every game should have its own colorful and instructive inlay on a keypad with tons of buttons, as the God of Intellivision intended.

People watch Keeping Up With The Kardashians.  People watch The Bachelorette.  I'm not going to apologize for enjoying pro wrestling.   It's closer to brain food than that garbage, and over-produced at about the same level.

I piss on people who think Archer season 4 wasn't good.  It was stellar, and had one bad episode (the Pam drift racing one).

With what? Appetite? Then it had a four friggin’ year wake? Not to mention, there’s those three lousy power ballads of GnR that came out while Nirvana was bringing punk back, which I guess are better than Aerosmith’s shitty trio of power ballads that came out a little later than those.

WWE becoming and sustaining a monopoly is the perfect qualification for Linda McMahon to have to lead the Small Business Administration for Trumpy.

Rubber-faced Fartsmith

At least she was cool enough not to tattoo the fuck out of her decolletage.  Otherwise, I'm not convinced.  

That was made by Steve Oedekirk. As was Kung Pow: Enter The Fist, which is something of a worthwhile piece of art.

If I were gonna come here to be shitty, I'd recommend viewing Escape From L.A. way before Ghosts of Mars.

Chewties!  Number one snack food!!

Cliché spectacular. The okay dialog at least made it leaps and bounds better than Star Wars 1-3. Even in spite of “Unobtainium”.