Keenan is easy to overlook, he’s dependable, been there so long he’s like part of the furniture. But I’ve seen when an episode is doing badly, he can manage to step up his game, amp up the funny. It’s the worst episodes where Keenan does his best to save it.  Props to him for that. 

Who says they’re forced? If it gets up the noses of red-hat MAGA freaks, I’m all for it. Trump is a treasonous crook and fraud. If those MAGA Trump snowflake fans are “offended” by a brief skit, good. And fuck them. The truth hurts. Your assertion that creative SNL actresses and comediennes in NYC were somehow…

Maybe my mood things are on an upswing, but I really enjoyed this episode. I thought it was maybe A- minus. There was a lot of good stuff, and I liked the “Letters from WWI” sketch a lot, it was clever. It was a good episode, which is always welcome.

No, I honestly don’t give a shit how impossibly rich spoiled royal Saudi autocrat prince Mohammed Bone Saw was portrayed. The person who ordered the torture, murder and dismembering of a journalist with US residency and protection. Fuck him to hell. Your concern trolling is really boring. Arimisen is of Japanese…

I read that too, that she had that domestic violence situation. Yeah, around the time she stopped blogging. Glad I don’t give a shit about The Shins and how they’ve gone nowhere. No, I like they went nowhere, if that happened. Yeah, that band never got happening.

How about, fuck this 47 year old asshole making terrible music no one listens to, a spoilt middle-class fuck pretending he’s down and dirtily raw and real, and that he’s just a drunken shithead who was never good to begin with? How about he stares in the mirror and sees his aging drink-ravaged face, has a good cry,…

Oh lordy, what a nightmare. Glad your dog was okay! The rat through a hole in the garage- that happened years later to my family and me in suburbia, and this creature was relentless. Grinding through the walls, gnawing away, going under the floorboards. It was a singular rat, just the one. What when I was a kid…

O yeah I know. Believe me, he never got that chip off his shoulder. he wanted it both ways with that; he resented the hardscrabble parts of his upbringing, but when he had a tantrum about something, which as often, it became, “You don’t understand! I’m from Louisiana!” which was his all-purpose excuse for any and…

Yes, we named our daughter Abcde - pronounced “Ab-city”, is that so hard?- and I’ve had it with bigots making the poor child a laughing-stock!

There was Blair Waldorf on Gossip Girl too- a great character, actually.

I hate that song so much. 

I had a friend Dan, a smart guy from Louisiana who was studying to be a lawyer, whose parents named him “Danny” on his birth certificate.  Not Daniel, Danny.  And I don’t think he ever got over resenting that. 

Rumplestiltskin! 

As a kid, we had a Bible with a really fine Renaissance painting of Archangel Michael casting Satan to Hell with a sword, well-painted and dramatic. What was striking was that Satan was an angel with wings, but also horns, and his feet were these macabre dark raven’s claws. It was proto-Surrealism, and as a very youn…

We had an wonderful neighbor named Eleanor, an awesome Italian-American lady and tireless gardener and maintainer of her lawn, always out with the weed-whacker.   My dad and I took to affectionately calling her Eleanor of Whackwitane.   Every summer she’d bring us a jug of nice wine.  Miss her! 

(Psst, AV Club is trying to harvest our real names, pass it on, they’re worse than Facebook!!).

That must be really very irritating. I’m reminded of “The Comeback”, and Lisa Kudrow’s character Valerie Cherish calls her husband “Marky Mark”, and she thinks it’s fresh and funny, and he rolls his eyes and faintly looks like he wants to throttle her. 

I had an uncle named Seamus, and when I met some Deep South friends of my best friend and they had a dog with that name, but they pronounced it “Seemus”..  I just didn’t have the heart to say anything. 

I want Azealia Banks to jump into this.  That would not be boring, I’m sure. 

30 years ago, East Village, steps from Tompkins Sq Park, E. 9th St. Spacious sublet, walk-up tenement, 2 cool roommates, 3 bedrooms, a proper bathroom and two “water closets” (just a toilet). I really liked it, an affordable and good situation.