Quotes: Lighter and Softer

In an early draft, Novakovich did die after sniffing the alien pollen (I guess that means he would’ve been pushing up the hallucinogenic daisies). It was felt at the time that the death of a crewmember would require time to show Archer and the crew dealing with the loss, and there wasn’t time for such a scene. Personally, I always liked how Kirk shrugged off casualty reports like they were yesterday’s sports scores.
—Writer Mike Sussman on Star Trek: Enterprise, "Strange New World"

That's always been my problem with modern Nicki, just how readily she's been willing to make pretty pop songs instead of the fire-spitting that made her famous. I wanna make it clear: I dislike her becoming a shallow, pale pop starlet not because that's bad thing to be; it's because she's not very good at it...Her old appeal is that she's angry! And weird! And aggressive! You can always tell she's wasting her talent doing something like this. Even if Michael Jordan did get good enough to go pro at baseball, is that what you want him to be doing? Exactly.
Todd in the Shadows on Nicki Minaj's "Anaconda"

'High Velocity Impact Spatter,' by Cannibal Corpse! It’s Christmastime, which means it’s time to check in with Buffalo, New York’s finest purveyors of obscene death metal. And I have to say, I think they may be getting soft in their old age. Take a look at the track listing for 2014’s A Skeletal Domain. Sure, they’ve got their usual fun assortment of titles ('Icepick Lobotomy,' etc.), but not ONE song title referencing child abuse or sexual assault! YOU’VE CHANGED, MAN. If the PC lobby can get to Cannibal Corpse, they can get to anyone.

Yahtzee: Why don't we just have a Modern Warfare game where you fight aliens from space? And then all the countries get together and be big pals!

No, I'm not shitting you. This isn't some easter egg room. This actually happens. There's a roomful of trolls playing ping-pong...I really hope this is on the Tapestry of Ages. I hope there's a picture of me with a fuckin' paddle. Can we—? I'm losin' my mind. Why don't we go after some dragons with pies. Can we do that? can we throw some pies? Let's get some pies in here.

"Welcome to the Pie Factory. First punch the time clock, then light the ovens."

OH, COME ON!! A pie factory! And just guess where this is. Wild guess. It's in the Stygian Abyss. There's a fucking pie factory in the Stygian—WHY is there a pie factory in the fucking Abyss? I've been down here like six goddamn times. I think I'd remember if I saw a fucking PIE FACTORY! Did the Black Knight build it?
Noah Antwiler on Ultima: Runes of Virtue

...what De Palma does is completely sever the balls to this satire. The first half of this movie is dedicated to the fact (Tom) Hanks’ character is a nice guy. NO HE’S NOT! That’s the point. He’s a dick and he gets his comeuppance. There is not supposed to be a likable character in this whole affair. Everyone is motivated by greed, fame, and power. It’s a nihilistic work... We even get a 'message' from Morgan Freeman by the end of how we should all just get along. It even has the lines, and I sh*t you not this is what he says 'Be decent! Its what your mamma taught ya!'

Jay: I liked the cartoon, but I didn't like that they incorporated stuff from that cartoon into the movie. None of the Ghostbusters smoke anymore...
Rich: Well, this movie was made for the kids.
Jay: And I was a kid, and I hated that fact! It drove me nuts!

Chris: As much as the tone shift to cartoony nonsense is weird at time, I do really like Cobra Commander Shredder, crawling out of a pile of garbage and being frustrated that he accidentally made mutant babies. Again: I’m a sucker for that stuff.
Matt: It’s amusing, and the actor who does Shredder’s voice plays it with just the right amount of exasperation.
Chris: He is understandably frustrated that his life has turned into a cartoon.

Yup, the comic and movie are pretty much identical — as long as you cut out all the "I make this look good"s and "It just be rainin' black people in New York!"s and replace them with a whole bunch of murder. The whole point of the comic is that the Men in Black — like the modern urban folklore that they take their name from — are the brutal enforcers of a secret fascist state that controls every detail of modern life. I seriously cannot impress upon you what massive dicks they are. Remember the "neurolyzer" device that Agent K (Tommy Lee Jones) uses to convince a housewife that the alien she saw was swamp gas refracting off of Venus, and then Will Smith gets to be charming and convince her to hire an interior decorator because damn? In the comics, they still have neurolyzers, only K uses them to convince teenagers to kill themselves.

Data was rehearsing a production of their play H.M.S. Pinafore before he left. Apparently, [Picard's] big plan is to distract Data... with a sing-along.

Just let that sink in for a minute. They're going to distract what's basically an ambulatory, talking computer (which you'd think would be a pretty damn good multitasker, at the very least) with a sing-along. Is it any wonder the franchise died a slow death?

Incidentally, it becomes painfully clear why they had to resolve the Data crisis in this preposterous way, once you know that Michael Piller was given a mandate to make this film 'lighter' than the generally excellent First Contact. Hey, why have drama and conflict, when instead you can have Picard sing Data into submission?"''

It's fascinating to compare the lives of Sisko and Janeway in their respective series six: he is juggling the fates of Empires whilst she is personalising her own dildo!
Doc Oho on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, "In the Pale Moonlight"

Seriously, Brock Lesnar is next to a dude dressed up in a rabbit suit on wwe.com.

How is this company still in business?

They are the model home in the NFL's planned McMansion cul-de-sac. Beautifully appointed! Check out the GORGEOUS new stadium with nickel-plated fixtures! There are even a handful of randomly won Lombardi trophies in the parlor! And a successful minority GM! And look at the beautiful child named Eli running around in the front yard with no pants on! THIS IS THE IDEAL PLACE TO RAISE YOUR NFL TEAM! When Roger Goodell goes to bed at night, he dreams of an NFL that consists of 32 antiseptic franchises just like the Giants: A 'family-run' team with boring uniforms and a handful of photogenic fans bussed in from Manhattan to cover up for the 50,000 rockheads from Morris Township ogling tits in the parking lot. It's a franchise that gives off that distinct whiff of faux classiness—the kind Goodell needs to extort public stadium funding and obscure concussion concerns in a legal fart cloud.
Deadspin, "Why Your Team Sucks 2013: New York Giants"