Pretty much everything in Yoshi's Island, which is a bizarre, beautiful game to this day, but the boss fight where you chase your enemy on a floating sphere made of something that looks like a cross between stitched rags and chocolate cookies and somehow features wooden poles that can be hammered through the sphere's…

"Dice Nutz"

Since he won a Peabody for Johnny Bananas, there doesn't seem to be much love anymore between him and the lesser Chase brother. Welp.

They will provide us with the buoy-based means of construction for the floating cities of tomorrow, when earths landmasses are covered in molten ice cap water. No one will laugh at their stilty houses anymore. And the cash will just keep flowing in. I say we better keep an eye on them, shifty, suspiciously tolerant…

At least he's not collecting human teeth. That has to account for something, right?

"Hah! Classic Space Pope! This picture book is quite a laugh riot!"

I would have never guessed that by the man's artwork, but I will take you by your word!

I guess if you already think in millennia, who's saying 17th century tulip cartels won't get the upper hand two- or three thousand years down the road? If Ted Turner inexplicably will get a comeback, why not the Dutch?

Oh of course they do.

Chances seem high that you'd somehow end up in this guys next comic, though.

It would be kinda awesome if in the next split-second of the scenario which this moment is taken from she just angrily drops all the crap to the floor and dropkicks that football into the douches face whose depressing sex fantasy she's acting out.

Well, she _does_ have that "Could you please help me carry at least SOME of this stuff?" look on her face. Justifiably so, as she is publicly naked and carrying all in all too much stuff. All coupled with the all too understandable anguish of probably having to watch "Jerkin Me Gerkin", which sounds like porn from the…

Yeah, I'm very punchable.

I'm usually not one for this sort of thing, but I already figured I posted this too late and below the wrong article, so here's a repost of my impressions with Until Dawn, which was what I spent my last pop culture weekend with, but rather should have mentioned that in the "What Are You Playing This Weekend" comments…

There was that Sam Jackson movie a while ago… but in Alaska, Finnish boys are in short supply. There definetly would be a rad chase montage to Duran Durans "Hungry Like The Wolf" while both dudes are topless.

Well, thank god Heroes will be back, then? Hey, I'm just trying to be positive. Not every show can knock it out of the park like "The Event" or "Flash Forward". Some just don't cut the mustard. I will always remember this show for starring a dude named Barbie, like Klaus Barbie. That's fucked up in a very random way,…

You know this thing will go south when they do their 20-odd minutes in the wilderness, Grylls showing him some sweet knife and urine tricks, and nobody sees Putin in full-on naval intruder getup emerging from the water and making that shit personal. First he snaps Grylls neck like it's nothing, and then it's on. Too…

One of the pleasant surprises in school. I thought it would be absolutely dreadful, depressing misery porn. It kind of is, but the protagonist has a weird aura of dignity surrounding her. You know going in that she's dead, but you still root for her.
It's a very silent, somber view on a person who's pretty much the…

Played Until Dawn back to back. Was nice. Dumb, trashy, superflous fun. God, was it all dumb. But heavily on the fun side of dumb: Peter Stormare, whose overacting not only trancends, but moreso defeats all the highly complex machineries used to "capture" his performance by delivering one that defies being captured at…

"I do not fear The Walking Dead, I only smoke the sensimilla."