There are fans of everything on the internet. Even James Holmes, the 24-year-old accused of killing 12 and injuring 58 in the Aurora, Colorado theater shooting. What would drive a bunch of seemingly normal internet geeks to worship a mass murderer? To understand this, you'll have to journey to the dark heart of internet fandom.

Critic Marshall Fine saw The Dark Knight Rises and didn't care for it much. That's bad enough, but then he had to go and post his opinion on the internet, thereby ruining the film's then-perfect Rotten Tomatoes rating. (Since then, it's dropped down to 85 percent, with eight "rotten" reviews overall. Sorry, fanboys and girls.)

After experiencing Pandora's boundless pastoral and the perfect set of CGI breasts, some Avatar fans become depressed with reality—contemplating, even, suicide. Are you or a loved one suffering from Avatardation? Cautionary tales from the fan forums.

It's getting so you can't throw a dead cat in this city without hitting something that says "Obama" on it.

Last night the Brooklyn Cyclones, a minor league affiliate of the New York Mets, transformed into the "Baracklyn Cyclones" to honor Barack Obama in "a night of patriotic partying at the ballpark." Some Cyclone fans were not pleased.

Renee D. Jennings emails to let us know she is the "Ultimate Obama Supporter"—though she couldn't attend the inauguration, she got this tattoo last night. Free! What a... happy, happy thing.

Here are a bunch of videos setting Willow's brief-but-hot time as a psycho-sweet baddie on Buffy the Vampire Slayer to various forms of gloomy pop music. This first one's extra screechy!

So what do you do when you're a creepy paparazzo who raced to the scene of Britney Spears' minor traffic accident last night, but Brit-Brit won't come out of her car and no one will talk you?

For American women of a certain age—let's say, somewhere around the Ricki Lake/Rachael Ray generation—the utterance of the very name John Cusack is enough to instantly reawaken first stirrings of celebrity puppy-love ecstasy. Give those women their own talk shows and a captive audience with the boombox-hoisting object of their romantic adolescent fantasies, however, and things can quickly get pretty awkward.