At least we know how the players can travel from the Eastern Conference and Western Conference boats.

Seeing all those names makes me more sad that they’ve never figured out how to adapt Gotham Central and No Man’s Land. 

Or perhaps the Splendiferous Zeppelin Adventures of Filliam H. Muffman.

My vegetables are fine, but why does my meat in the the slow cooker almost always come out dry?

I can’t get all the way there, but because it’s a semifreddo samwich, my mind goes to something Tolkien inspired.

Thank god we’re finally getting the spinoff movie about the hockey pad vigilante guys. 

“...a very memorable soundtrack—a CD of which could be found lurking inthe glove compartment of every Ford Fiesta and Toyota Corolla from 1997 until 2003.”

“I was at the GM plant when they announced it. GM, huge supporter of mine for a long time. When they announced it, all of the cars gave me a standing ovation. A Chrysler Town & Country whispered in my ear, ‘Thank you Mr. President.’” 

Assuming the first minute and a half of the credits sequence is Bond taking a nap. 

I’m sure if you analyzed the two fluids you’d discover there is a vas deferens. 

Indicted instead of indicated is a wonderful Freudian typo. If only the entire party were indicted. 

What if you used food from the book itself? Like a strand of spaghetti to mark a page of The Godfather, lembas bread for Lord of the Rings, or a slice of pickle for Ethan Frome?

Delicious, and also works for my favorite (I had intended to drop a hot take and say superior, but I’m burnt out on pointless contention) the bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit.

Mindy St. Claire’s is so definitely butter pecan. When I was growing up for family birthdays my mother always bought butter pecan as a compromise to everyone’s specific ice cream requests. The joke being of course that no one requested butter pecan. It’s the absolute platonic ideal of Medium Place ice cream.

It would make for a great running gag next season if there were always a burlap bag in the background. 

Or ironically bake a cake in. 

Or more from the QI-verse. Would love to see Bill Bailey or Phil Jupitus. 

In college I used to take advantage of a local art house’s half price Monday deal to see three or four movies a week. That year when the nominations came out, I realized not only had I seen every major award nominee but a lot of the craft award nominees also, so I decided to try to get to them all. Which ended up with…

“The only real problem is that the actor might have slightly underestimated how much traffic he was about to send toward his cheerfully Geocities-esque web site: Things are currently moving a tad bit slow at mckellen.com.”

Whoa, and that’s how I fall down a Gallic homophone wormhole in which I learn where the Dauphin from Huckleberry Finn got his name, the origin of Delphi, Greece, and learn the word mereswine.