You, our good doctor, have done Vegas very, very wrong.

Never too late to fix it!

Your Ostrander love earned that star.

You are right about all of those but DR2000.  A masterpiece, through and through!

I have it worse:

I actually bought “JC:VH” on the day of release.

The only good thing was El Diablo Azul.

Millar wrote the best Superman stories of the 1990s... and not even in a mainstream title, but the kiddie series that tied into the Superman: Animated cartoon. He loved supers, and it showed.

But something horrible clearly happened to his brain, to the degree that former best bud and collaborator Morrison hates…

Newest Marvel solicits suggest that MG & DD is cancelled as of November.

Kari’s Law would seem to apply.

“H.R. 582 requires all Multi-Line Telephone Systems (MLTS) to have a default configuration that allows users to directly dial 9-1-1, without the need for additional digits or prefix, from any phone with dialing facilities. In addition, the MLTS must be configured to notify a designated…

Supreme’s foe, The Televillain, has kinda gone to seed.

You can never pay too much for gloating rights.

“Nothing can kill The Grimace.”

And they’re both terrible!

You’re just all over the place in your sentiments aren’t ya, champ?

Sooooo...

The Belko Corporation?

I freely admit to giving it a star for the “she look so real, like a real girl-on-the-next-door” portion.

The ‘bots are gaining sentience... and they’re horny!!!

Big ups, yo. Once worked eight years without ever speaking to the guy in the parallel cubicle.

He ruined my streak with an eye-contactless “Hey” when we ended up alone in the same elevator.

Still haven’t forgiven him.

I worked at The Hut from 1989-1994, and prepping the pan pizzas was the most disgusting part of the job.

We’d roll in about 5:30am. Make the dough in a giant mixer. While it blended, you’d ready the pans by pumping 2-3 squirts of oil into each. That grease would NEVER come off, no matter how much you washed the pans.…

Twenty-one years is an impressive lifespan. You sure the cat is not an undead?

But Australian crankodiles are definitely real.

You’re my kinda KOTH fan.

Bravo.

This red-blooded he-dude is wholly invested in GLOW.

Hell, I’d happily braid the gals’ hair, paint their nails, and talk about boys at their slumber parties.

Uhhhh... I mean I’m only in it for the spandex.