The fact that we need the equivalent of a celeb bake-sale to clear these up makes me not want to live on this planet anymore.

Jesus CHRIST, internet.

PUT THEY PROTON PACKS ON THEY BACK AND THEN SPLIT!

I never saw a ST:TNG pinball game— I saw a Terminator and a Tales From The Crypt, though.

For a minute, I thought you were referring to that abomination starring Ruth Buzzi and Jim Nabors. Right gave me chills, that did.

Repeat: I don't even OWN a smartphone. Or a cell at all, for that matter.

As a 70's kid, I'm so glad the Filmation Ghostbusters never killed my enjoyment of The Original Live-Action Ghostbusters— Larry Storch, Forrest Tucker and the Guy in the Ape Suit. Hell, I still remember the theme song. . . .

Yeah (sigh) you got a point.

And teenagers.

GawDAMN am I sick of seeing this shit on FB. Yes dear, you got a new video game. Now put it down, the grownups are talking.

BOY HOWDY! I was too young to understand most of CREEM back in the day, but I enjoyed what I understood. Did they ever release a "Best Of" book?

I never wanted to investigate these online, because I was sure it would put me on a mailing list and I'd be engulfed in the damn things.

As a former janitor, I've cleaned up enough of these to know nobody takes them home. And now they're handing out DVD's!

I don't get it— which one plays Bill Murray again?

Explain something to me— how do you know a Netflix show has "bombed"? That Wet Hot American Summer mess is still on, and by all accounts it sucked wet farts out of dead pigs, now this. On regular TV they can cancel a show when it stinks, what do they do on Netflix? Serious question.

Where's the Martians when we need them?

That robot killed a human— Robot Racism in action!

Prosecuting doesn't help. The killers of Eric Garner and Freddie Gray got off handily.

Well, Penny Dreadful is on Netflix now, so I've actually been discovering how juicy campy fun it is.

Put down money at Gamestop for No Man's Sky, Bioshock Collection and FFXV.