Well I'm a fartin' mater truck an' I'm a-truckin' it up
Fartin' up a storm an' a-gettin' 'er done
Stoppin' at the gas station, gettin' some gas
An I'm a-talkin' 'bout the gas thatchee pass with yer ass
All you other truckers ain't fartin' enough
For Larry the Cable Guy the Fartin' Mater Truck

I know I shouldn't be too shocked, but still… damn. I went down an internet rabbit hole last night and learned that Anthony Comstock still has fans in the 21st Century.

It certainly lacks the hard-hitting investigative journalism I've come to expect from the AV Club newswire.

Kevin Booth used to program all of his Kevin Booth-produced stuff on Austin Public Access at all hours of the day. Whether it was Sane Man or Alex Jones bullshit, it was always on. You could turn to an access channel at any given moment and always—always—find a Sacred Cow production. I don't know if it's still that…

I've been waiting for this version to watch it. It's sort of like an if-I-have-to-drink-Keystone-you'd-better-give-me-a-whole-fucking-lot-of-it situation.

Irrelevant as ever!

Bodega Boys, and I initially thought they were joking.

He's made a string of glib, victim-blaming statements defending Bambaataa and basically saying none of this matters because Hood Code or some bullshit.

Don't forget KRS One, whose response to all of this has been ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Going off the novelizations, there were some interesting ideas in some of the original scripts that either never got filmed or were filmed and then scrapped.

Boiler alert!

Computer don't lie.

Also, the original film is pretty much a Jason origin story.

The New Adventures of Fetal Jason Voorhees

"It's always the 1980s in my nasal passages."

This article redefines the Beckinscale.

First you get the money, then you get the race, then you get the Cosby.

Eat a fuck, Dixon!

When I was a kid we had a little thing called Zubaz which allowed your pants to be as bright and vibrant as your imagination!

A Lego HH Holmes kit would be legitimately badass.