Live, in person, fresh out of the oven, here are the official tallies of our 2007 end-of-year reader polls. Discover within our readership a rampant love for Muse, Daft Punk, Daft Punk, Muse, Muse, Muse, Daft, Punk, Muse, Daft Punk, Hot Hot Heat and not a goddam thing else a few other inconsequential items (coffee, tacos, massages…whatevs).

Once more for the new folks: All of our polls contained reader-submitted choices, and multiple votes were encouraged for the sake of good competition. Official 2007 results, all topics, below. Have fun, don’t be sore losers but do feel free to discuss your votes, and keep your eyes peeled for the compiled Unofficial Results wherein you can actually see how many people voted, and for what, broken down by individual polls (hopefully in one gigantic, gag-inducing, utterly unmanageable post as compared to so much staggered bullshit).

Without further ado…
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One of our informants passes along the following end-of-week newsbit:

Splash - the hot tubs rental on the southeast corner of crescent heights and 3rd has been lights out for a couple weeks now but I noticed today a huge available sign draped across its front. This place has been around as long as I can remember (certainly since the 80’s). From what I understand it was a chlorine-smelling hooker bath for most of its years. I must have seen dozens upon dozens of Blind Date and Extreme Dating episodes that would end here. Seems kind of sad…

Ah, Splash! How I Always Looked At You, Shivered, Retched, Laughed And Felt Creepy Overall. Splash! How I Yearned For A Shower In Mine Own Home Every Time Didst Gaze At Thy Façade! Splash! How I Yearn Nonetheless For Thine Walls In Which To (Par)Take Neverending Parade of Hookers!

At the end of the day we are left wondering what could have possibly happened to Splash The Relaxation Spa. With reviews such as these…what went wrong?

(1)

So depressing. First, there is really no parking to be had. Second, the manager and the receptionist yelled at each other the first 10 minutes that we were there. They yelled about how much they disliked each other and thought that the other was an idiot — all the while keeping us waiting in the very odd upstairs waiting room. When we finally got to the room, The Monte Carlo, it was dark, wet and creepy. The aquarium had only one fish in it — a gross catfish like creature. So low rent that it wasn’t even fun. We got out of there fast and went home to shower.

(2)

Don’t be fooled into believing that this is a ritzy, epicurean spa where you go to relax in comfort and luxury. This is a low class, overpriced meeting place for those in search of a “good time.” The rooms are small, the showers are two-headed and there is a matress in every room!!! Hello??? …

(3)

This is the best place to go and get freaky or to simply hide out.

(source: citysearch)