Final Fantasy X is the best game in the series.

Elden Ring is just Kirby’s Adventure (1993) with better graphics.

I just heard “Poison” by Alice Cooper (1989) on the radio for the first time in over a decade and two thoughts occurred to me: 1) This song is more technically impressive than Britney Spears’ “Toxic” and; 2) This song is about “Rappaccini’s Daughter” by Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Jump that shark. Just don’t bring back James Bond, Jr.

How about a children’s story about a small magical fairy who befriends several neglected inner city kids and teaches them important life lessons even though she suffers from almost constant explosive flatulence. Her name? Tacobell.

I still have yet to conclude if Stephen King cribbed off of Final Fantasy I or Mighty Max when The Dark Tower ended in a time loop. However, I am reasonably certain he did not copy Finnegans Wake.

Watching the very first episode of Saturday Night Live reminds me that the weird and the sardonic have always existed and that we are all better people because we’ve experienced them.

It’s 1:30 AM on a Thursday and the coyotes just howled and yelped for a full minute before going silent. You go, urban doggos.

Possibly the scariest thing about Freejack (1992) is that the protagonist wakes up and finds himself on the run in dystopian futurist Atlanta. Although that does explain why most of the vehicles look like they were carved out of bubble wrap.

After a month of nightly reading, I finished Anne Bronte’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. It is well written, but Guigemar was far shorter, has knots as shibboleths instead of romcom misunderstandings, and is just as satisfying. Still, Helen’s line about the rose blooming in the snow at the end… Wow.

On Double Dare Episode 155 at 4:25 Marc Summers says, “You’re ready to go. You wanna go so close to Dave? Why don’t you go stand next to Dave; he’s got some things you may want to hold. And over here, Robin has some interesting looking cans... and they are full of whipped cream.” I can’t even…