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I also feel bad for the rest of the kids at the prom who weren't involved in the prank. They don't know what's going on, they barely know this girl. Maybe they've taken part in bullying her before, but I'd bet most of them have no idea. They just saw something get dumped on the prom queen, and they laugh because ha

Goodness, that took a turn.

This calls for another visit to the legendary AV Club New Year's Pants-Shitting Thread.

Moving sucks. This isn't news, but it's still true. I've lined up a company to move my stuff next week, so now I'm trying to make sure their certificate of insurance (something I didn't even know was a thing a week ago) gets properly sent to the building managers. And because I'm subletting I have to do all this

Ah, good times. Except for John's digestive tract.

I'm surprised at the confusion over who the guy on the Othello cover is supposed to be. It's clear to me that this is William fuckin' Shakespeare himself, traveling centuries into the future to ruin your shit at a game he doesn't even have anything to do with, just out of spite that some marketing flack slapped the

T.S. Eliot was right, April is the nerdiest month.

Speaking as someone who had a phone interview for a job in San Diego exactly two weeks ago, I wish you better luck than I had.

I found a new place to live. I'm not thrilled about it, but it'll suit my needs and is available when I need it. I'm still ticked that I have to do this in the first place through no fault of my own, but I'm managing, as I always do. Next up is hiring movers, which does not promise to be any more fun but at least can

Aren't you still under contract with Fox? Give it five years and we'll talk.

Clearly it's based on how often people look us up on IMDB.

Or the clouds in the room are made entirely of vampire byproducts.

Oh my god, this isn't the real Eric Thurm at all! It's just the room's projection of what we expect him to be! And he's glitchy as hell!

This week I finished Ratchet & Clank on Challenge Mode by RYNOing everyone in the face, so I have some options open to me. Next up in the queue is Final Fantasy XV, but I think I'll hold off on it for a bit. I'm moving in a week and a half, so I'd rather not start any big time-intensive game right now. So instead my

Ah yes, the ever-popular "My bullshit claim is true unless you explicitly prove it isn't" argument. Beloved of lazy anti-intellectuals everywhere.

Now all that's left is for him and Mr. Autumn Man Erik Adams to fight to the death!

the horror

That's where I know that name from! You go, Mayor. Eat them spiders.

I predict that the mysterious box contains a well-thumbed copy of To Serve Man.

Thiel's transparent yearning to actually build Galt's Gulch will forever prevent me from taking him seriously, and for that I'm actually grateful.