Oh boy! I hope it's as good as that one a couple of weeks ago, where he defined "cool" and "woke" for his poor fuddy-duddy readership. That was the shizzle!

"Protesting"??? Don't these people have jobs?

Exactly. He has a highly lucrative career as a professional victim ahead of him.

It's a great tune, and I will fight anyone who…OK, I don't fight, but I will stamp my feet so hard…

A Singsong and a Scrap is a terrific album, well worth checking out.

That's exactly how I feel about Ghostbusters (although I quite liked Groundhog Day). Odd coincidence, that…

I'm trying to figure out how to explain to a friend from high school who I reconnected with on Facebook that, while I would be perfectly happy to see *her* when I'm next in her neck of the woods, I wouldn't go to our 35th reunion this fall under the threat of dismemberment. She's all gung-ho about it, even though I…

Glorpy…a.k.a. the forgotten Eighth Dwarf.

There needs to be a way to do upvotes in multiples of 10, just for Young Ones references.

Seconded. I started reading comments here (and eventually posting) around the beginning of the year, as my news addiction became too much to bear. It's been a fun place to hang out and I'll be very sorry to see it all go pfft.

I always assumed "If anything, you owe them" was just a throwaway laugh line. At least I sure as hell hope it was.

Not me. He's despised here. And that makes me proud.

Hot take: Bender was the single biggest reason I could never quite get into Futurama.* He wasn't lovably cantankerous; he was just a mean-spirited, self-centered prick. I kept finding myself wishing someone would just beat the crap out of him.

Being able to stream radio stations from anywhere in the world just may be my single favorite thing about the Internet.

You know what really hurts? If you could take away the shitty clothes and grooming habits, the shitty music, and the general all-around shittiness (and you can't, but hear me out)…Fred Durst would be kind of hot. I hate that, but I can't deny it.

I basically spent 1994 to mid-'98 under a rock, music-wise — a combination of grad school and living in NYC, out of reach of any alternative radio whatsoever. I emerged in late '98 in Paris, where the rock station was playing many of the bands on exexalien's list. I was positively dazzled by how much good stuff had…

Aw, shit.

Except that in the US version, the "victims" aren't "hapless." They're barking loons, selected by the show for that very reason.

Daddy, you smell weird today.

This just breaks my heart. Such an amazing talent.