I was completely unprepared for the Zevon entry and very nearly started crying. That song is such a gut punch, just thinking about it gets to me. It's a shame his legacy mostly consists of that and Werewolves of London, but you're damn right it's heartbreakingly beautiful.

Yes.

It's worth pointing out that our own AV Club gave Theory of Everything a C- and Jupiter Ascending a solid B.

Goofy foot.

Yes. Parenthood is a stupid show for grown-ups and squares.

I'm old enough to not really know what a normcore is, but just the right amount of old to know with some certainty it's not a pokémon.

TBH is a kind of sandwich, I believe, like a BLT or a PBJ. Specifically, it's turkey bacon and hummus, which sounds weird but add a fried egg, some hot sauce, maybe a handful of spinach and you've got something going.

but unfashionable glasses are in right now!

Bout 12 years ago I went to a show co-headlined by The Strokes and Weezer. It was sponsored by a radio station that called itself "The #1 Indie Rock Station!" I had already worked myself into several huffs at the idea of either band being indie before it finally clicked that I had driven to Indiana to see the show.

Music industry is rampant with this crap. Indie Bands aren't actually a different type of band either, and don't even get me started on "Alternative."

That is, Quite Frankly, astounding.

semper ubi sub ubi?

Man, my ex and I would sit down together and beat Super Mario Brothers 3 probably once or twice a month for years. It's just something we'd do in an evening cause it was a great game. It was a great relationship, went on for years, then we started talking about getting married, she freaked out a bit at the…

baby shit is rarely brown.

I have no idea.

No kidding. I forced my kid brother to choose Pokémon Red specifically so I'd be the one to get the little guy.

If Hobbes counts as a pet, you may as well pick Indiana Jones.

Obviously this is largely a matter of taste, but @PeepingTorgo that's horseshit and @Venusaur USE SOLAR BEAM!

I was about to point out that Wombat's aren't fictional, but now I'm thinking you know something I don't…

There was a bar we went to in college called Humphrey's that offered penny pitchers of beer from nine to midnight on Sunday nights. One night I went with $35 and a debit card. I woke up with a receipt saying I'd spent $45 on drinks, despite the basically free beer, and $60 in my pocket. The only other insight I can…