I think people forget how soon Agents of SHIELD got good—in the first season, right after HYDRA was revealed—and included the fight scene where May nailed Ward's foot to the floor and roundhouse kicked him in the face.

It's simple: teach teenage Hitler to appreciate modern art. Boom. Nobody has to die.

No, he'd type his opinion on a manual typewriter*, then ask Tom or Donna to post it for him.

The Triple Stumper of the Day to me was no one knowing the title of Kahlil Gibran's most famous book. I've never read The Prophet myself, but I know what it is, and I kinda assumed it was an "angsty freshman" staple.

Did you really just identify Easy Rawlins as a Denzel character instead of a character created by novelist Walter Mosley? In recapping a conversation about books? As bookish as he is, and as occupied as he's been, I'd be shocked to learn that Luke even knows they made a movie of Devil in a Blue Dress.

Forget your slippery slope argument for a minute. Just because it's a fact, why is it a constitutional right to know someone's age? Maybe my reading comprehension is shit today, but I haven't seen this answered anywhere. Someone's weight is a fact; are we all entitled to know that? (I always thought that would be a…

Fantastic Mr. Fox, a "kids movie"!? You cussin' with me?

Okay, hear me out. How about, Margaret Hamilton: How the Witch Became Wick— Nope. I see my mistake.

Looked like a piercing to me.

Allowed if you have a live polka band. Venial sin if it's a DJ.

Especially along the bottom of the board. I don't remember what it was, but there was a $1000 or $2000 clue last night that my wife and I both thought would have been thrown out as a Who Wants to be a Millionaire $100 question for being too easy.

I was watching Scott's Flash animations online 15 years ago. He's pretty funny. What's weird is, I've never seen anything but his own caricatures of himself, but when I first saw him on camera I thought "That's Scott Bateman!" before they said his name.

The thing is, he couldn't reproduce the noise if he tried. It was a trick of room acoustics and that particular microphone. No one in the room back then thought twice about it, let alone suspected America would decide the next day he was unhinged because of it. Unhinged. Because he made an inadvertent moon-chicken…

Whacky, sassy gay sidekick. There were no black people in Europe before Musical Youth released "Pass the Dutchie" in 1982.

You missed a Vulcan-saluting nerd beat a Rifftrax writer. Two days later, it still kinda hurts my heart.

You're describing all the playgrounds in all the city parks and schoolyards throughout Akron, Ohio in my formative years. The only thing that wasn't on concrete was the swings, and those were all surrounded by dirt that was composed of a thin layer of choking dust over concrete-hard baked clay.

"That does it. I'm gonna get LASIK, start lifting, and make first string right tackle AS SOON AS FUCKING POSSIBLE."

No Janis Ian refs, either. Which song, by the way, it seems could have been influential:

I think your description sounds like a fine movie, but it should never have been marketed as an adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are. Max in the book is a wild thing. That's it, he just is—one size fits all, as a reader surrogate. To make up REASONS why Max is wild diminishes him.