This feels perfectly South Park. Manufacturing "controversy", then patting themselves on the back for the mere fact.

Tomorrow is apparently National Coffee day. In its honor I'll be bringing in a nice medium roast from my local roasters, so I don't have to keep drinking the same Starbucks/Trader Joes dark roast my office has every day.

I much prefer Infernal Affairs, where everyone who knows undercover gangster's true identity, and he's left unsure how to continue living his life as a lie with some pretty serious feeling of guilt.

Wait, "an SJW"? Are people pronouncing this as Ess-Jay-Double You? And not just using it as a typographical short cut for "Social Justice Warrior"?

"Some of you feel bad for this lamp. That is because you are crazy. It has no feelings."

I have to admit, I don't know what your quoted text has to do with your points.

I like Sue and Mel, but don't care for Bake Off.

He just wants his kids back.

I feel like we're through the looking glass if we're using MGS2 as a clarifying example.

I've never agreed more with a point and disagreed more with the examples than that first paragraph.

Or if some hooplehead had just slit his cocksucker of a father's throat.

>yell at the camera, is that really so bad

In my experience, omnivores' and carnivores' shit smell worse than herbivores'.

I actually think McGregor was emulating the tone of Guinness' earlier roles. Less Obi-Wan, more Ladykillers.
Which both fits the Flash Gordon pulp style and is believable as a younger more brash/sarcastic version version of Obi-Wan

If you go back through your comment history and find all the articles you've commented some variation of "Who?" on, you'll find that the AV Club will, in fact, tell you who the person is.

I'll take this opportunity to plug Touch of Cloth, the British detective spoof, where she's pretty great in the third season.

I'm working my way through Scott McCloud's Understanding Comics for the first time.

The Internet: projecting our own insecurities onto cartoon characters since 1980.

I spent a year and a half commuting through a station where there was always a guy playing steel drums during rush hour.

Everyone here's talking Picket Fences and Krusty the Klown Story, but I just want to say I got the chance to meet Mr. Finkel a few times and he was exactly as schlocky and hilarious in person as you'd expect.