J’accuse, How I Met Your Mother . I can see it now: It’s 9 p.m. on Monday. My finger is extending in an accusatory fashion at my TV, an...

The first episode ended with a killer Matthew McConaughey line. The third concluded with a burst of perfect creepiness. The fourth hou...

Crammed on a bus with the smell of cheerios and horrid body odor lingering in the air, I learned to love the twist ending. Yeah, when I...

Here’s something that caused me to guffaw out loud: There is a video game called Stroke Hero . That’s a real thing. It’s also designed a...

Click a Popculturology link about the Super Bowl … take a shot.  We’re off to a solid start here. Aside from being the biggest sport...

You know that feeling you get when you recall a fond memory that you not only haven’t thought about in years, but may have flat-out forgo...

I owe most of my illustrious air guitaring career to Jack White . It doesn’t really matter where I am — car, apartment, job interview ...

I was one of the first to arrive at the pants party. On a related note, I also joined the bandwagon for Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burg...

No one ever asks me about my favorite reality show, but I answer that question for them anyway (the conversation usually ends in a fist ...

The air was laced with weed and farts, the floor was too sticky to dance on, and I was out of beer. As a crowd gathered around me, sweat...

I’ve been thinking about the newsroom a lot lately. Not the Jeff Daniels / Aaron Sorkin HBO newsroom,* but a real one. I'm talking...

Let me set the scene for you: It was summer 2006, I was on break from college, and, obviously, I had consumed a few beers. I was hanging ...

Going to the movies has — for the most part — always been a social activity. It's a place to take a date or to burn some time with fr...