Yeah, what's his name again? Spike McChipmunkface?

I love Zelda games, but boy can I not get past that extreme washed out white color of the new one in the clips that I've seen.

I still haven't been able to get past Lena's naturally dark eyebrows on a blonde Cersei. When I get past that, I can begin to psychoanalyze the character!

Definitely a sly attempt at a covert fart.

I'm glad somebody has taken the time to address the Olyphant in the room.

Manson's music also had a serious crunch to it and a driving rhythm that sort of made up for sub-par songwriting.

No, it's Desperate for Pageclicks Eternity at the AV Club.

Nah, this stuff is objectively worse than most nostalgia acts I've witnessed. I doubt it ever really takes off again. It barely even qualifies as music, which is something you can't say about hair metal bands.

Where in the world has Carmen Esposito been, anyway?

So many injurious fireworks…

How about that darn dangin' tractor one?!

Still less violent and white than a Trump rally.

These lawless, country youths…

And Alex has a problem with a guy at a GNR concert sloshing a little beer on him?

I like to imagine a large sweaty guy who wanders through mosh pits picking up smaller people who have gotten trampled and throwing them to safety.

We're gettin' high tonight! Put on some Styx!

"The concession stand wouldn't even serve me the glass of Bordeaux I asked for!"

To be fair, we didn't have this guy spraying beer foam in our faces and grabbing us all night, so although I disagree with the elitist tone of the article, I've definitely been at some concerts and sporting events where I'm like "Wow, I appreciate the enthusiasm but can you enthuse further away than 6 inches in front…

"The show seemed alright, but where were all the bearded, acoustic guitar playing guys with square glasses?"

Double Bacon Chive