I actually did once see a couple of guys cross the street in front of my apartment with a huge pane of glass. They made it safely to the other side without incident, and I couldn't help but feel kind of ripped off.

That just seems mean at this point.

Cram it, geekbait!

I'm semi-seriously hoping that the movie getting made somehow leads to Nick finally greenlighting the Helga spinoff Bartlett pitched them so long ago. Helga can anchor her own show and then some.

Say whaaaaaat?

The man in black drove his silly flying machine into the water, and the gunslinger followed.

As I was going to St. Mitch's,
I met a man with seven Switches.
Each Switch had seven ARMS.
Each ARMS had seven…fuck it, this poem's a mile long, I'm not doing the whole thing.

That's Your Space Holiness to you, sinner!

I give your pedantry two thumbs up!

That's as good a tagline for a NASCAR heist movie as any right there.

We can only hope.

This movie sounds like it would resoundingly fail Roger Ebert's "Is this more interesting than a documentary of the cast having lunch?" test.

I text in complete sentences, always have. But I decline to yell at that particular cloud.

Wait wait wait, are you telling me that the prototypical American suburban community is not the idyllic and peaceful utopia it might superficially appear to be? That serious misdeeds and emotional turmoil might lurk beneath its placid surface?

Sir, I'm afraid you're in violation of Movie Writing Penal Code 53.2.84, which clearly states that all mentions of the Academy ratio must be prefixed with the adjective "boxy."

Thanks for the info, though I'm regretfully sure I'll completely forget it again in a day or two.

Please do! I think you'll find that it makes every associated noun that much more awesome. Try it on your next space comment on the space Internet, sent from your space computer!

My name already has an adjective in it, so I'm set.

Your Quixotic nomenclature crusade has my full support.

I still don't know who that is.