I'll respond with one Thomas Earl Petty and totally blow that allusion completely to smithereens.

Will you feel any better if I tell you that I'd prefer Limp Bizket over Disturbed?

Great song.

I'll see you that and raise you 1-800-411-PAIN.

How does it feel?

For a second, I thought you were claiming that Justin Bieber was born in 1958.

I loved Happiness and I liked Gravity, but somehow I lost track of them after that. But I enjoyed what I heard of them.

You could draw a parallel to that and the rise of the internet in general.

Borders.

No. Those two bands are still awful.

But you still owe them money for your copy of Santana's Abraxas.

And then she killed herself and sent you a package of cassette tapes as to all the reasons why she killed herself.

Yesterday on AV Club, I admitted that Titanic—a movie I hated when it came out—was half-redeemable for its beautiful cinematography and special effects notwithstanding the trite romantic story line and one-dimensional characters.

I like Joey Fatone for his cameos on Impractical Jokers.

I would say that 1997-98 wasn't the worst years in music history—there was still a lot of great music on the radio—but you began to see some trends that would mark the eventually downturn in the music industry as a whole, especially on the rock end of the spectrum.

I remember my freshman first week of college (in 97, no less), and there were some students who would use the word "paradigm" in class every other sentence for no reason other than just to let the world know they were now in college and could use those words.

I agree.

Tarantino is right on it.

Since there's no recaps on TBS's Wrecked, I'll post right here that one of my favorite jokes of the season on Wrecked so far was where the pirates who invade the island let the survivors know they've seen the most recent season of Game of Thrones and offer to re-enact it for them…..and then there's the one guy who…

In a rare reversal of how things usually are, the female character is better written and more dynamic than the male, who's essentially played for eye candy.