Ah, the rare Hanukkake. You should be proud.

There's this weird thing that happens when a show becomes popular and/or long running enough to be almost fully staffed by people who were influenced by it, where it's like some kind of monster wearing someone else's skin. Creepy, resurrected zombie shows. Happened to Futurama, Simpsons, Family Guy. The Farscape…

Considering his views about Islam, Mike is almost certainly, at the very least, a closet Trump supporter.

Darmok and Jalad on the ocean.

Gotta give it up for that sweet ass bath tub though.

It reminds me of The Cure, who some time after 1996 crossed an uncanny line and became a tribute band of themselves. I think it's something to do with having been around long enough that the people you work with are young enough to have grown up worshiping you.

They're all a little weird to navigate, kind of like casinos, but if you google "presidential betting odds" and click the oddsshark link it will give you the line from Bovada. It's in moneyline form, where "-" is the favorite and "+" the underdog. Right now Clinton is at -250, meaning that one would have to bet 250…

I kind of trust the betting sites more at this point. At least they for sure have an incentive to be accurate.

Except for maybe the 2011 The Thing, which is a prequel/remake, rendering the original a sequel of sorts.

I used the exact word "meathead" just last week when trying to explain to someone the difference between White Zombie and the solo stuff. I figure the band broke up because the other members just got tired of saying "No, that's stupid" to him over and over again.

Fifty THOUSAND didjeruhdoos!

Yes, but replace Toadies with The Cure.

Ha, actually I wanted to hear Days of Swine and Roses but kept yelling out for Daisy Chain 4 Satan. I guess everyone around me thought I really wanted to hear it again.

You'd have a lot of fun riding in the car with me then.

That is hilariously sad. I'm imagining the crowd becoming placated by the flashing, everything kind of dying down to a murmur and then exploding back to eleven in response to biker girl's boobs.
I feel bad for laughing.

Since we're all crapping on concert-going archetypes, I'd like to give a positive shout-out to "Guy who lights up a joint, passes it to strangers and then wants you to give it to a different stranger instead of back to him". That guy rules.

Just so long as they don't seem to be enjoying or even interested in whatever is on the stage. That's what really matters.

Thems the ones I mean alright. It's the weirdest thing. A guy I went to high school with ran a little screamo venue for a couple of years and I'd go sometimes just because I didn't have to pay to get in. And I'd look around like, holy shit does anyone here actually like anything that's happening? Did you all just need…

On the off chance that this isn't a joke, remember that those kinds of people aren't actually enjoying their laughs.

It's like they don't even know they aren't the same age they were then.