Weird Al doesn’t owe us a dang thing. Besides, it’s not like he’s been sitting on his hands this whole time:

I’ll hold out for the XL Pong Sr.

The last time I went to an eSports tournament, I went home with crabs. And I wasn’t even in the tournament!

Just skip Halloween entirely this year and buy your kids some candy. Play out the pageantry of handing it out to them yourself if you feel it adds something to the experience. There’s no solution I’ve heard so far that makes going door-to-door (or car trunk-to-car trunk, or whatever) and gathering up food items that…

Oh waiter? (Butt)check please!

#NotMyBomberman

Not that I don’t appreciate people trying to make the best of a bad situation while acknowledging and attempting to address it (casting a judgmental eye at you, Smash Mouth) but I think I’m gonna just keep on not going to concerts at all, instead.

“Jizz Mopper on the Shit Job Ladder” sounds like a Flaming Lips track title.

Science my left buttcheck. That sample size is pathetic!

“You’re either fucking someone or getting fucked,” is how Oliver encapsulated the Trump philosophy, which, he posited, isn’t even a sophisticated enough world view at an orgy, never mind in making global healthcare policy.

Long-time Stubbs the Zombie fan here, and just now learning about Ray’s The Dead. Looks like a bunch of fun!

This reminds me strongly of a nature documentary about the creatures that inhabit the deepest depths of the ocean. Deep underwater, where there is no light and very little food, both predators and prey have become uniquely creative in order to eek out a living, creating a flamboyantly bizarre ecosystem where the most…

I assume you could replace the doll’s zipper with velcro. I mean, why not?

Just learning about Zoids today, and...wow, I love the look of those robot designs. They remind me strongly of the robotic creatures you hunt in Horizon Zero Dawn, although if you say the Zoids franchise has been around since the 80's I suppose the resemblance is the other way around.

Reminds me of the utter joy I get in Control when, every once in a while, I decide that a certain row of cubicles deserves the FULL ROCKSTAR TREATMENT and I trash the living hell out of everything in the room for a while. Destructible environments in video games can be so cathartic. :)

I’m very excited for you to continue watching and get some (but not all) of your answers. 

I’m semi-convinced that the sound of it causes some kind of brain damage.

I’d have said this viewpoint is optimistic at the beginning of 2017. Here in October 2020 it sounds naïve at best. I think we’ve all seen enough to know that unless you’re in the regime, or one of the old rich white dudes in bed with it, the only thing you’re getting from the trump regime is fucked over.

“People say we can’t take another four years of this,” he goes on to say. “Black people, we can take anything. Shit.”