I was wondering what was up when I saw this in the TV Club . . . I thought it might be a TV Club Classic, or some kind of a sequel to the original miniseries.

The Eight-Legged DJ would make a good team with La Araña Discoteca.

It's like "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas."  In order for us to live in our utopian society where Community is on TV, @avclub-23bdbd6765499c3d4922cb2821ec26d5:disqus has to be locked up in some closet where he can never watch it.

Tell me about the Community, Todd.

I think it's nice that Sean's alive.

I hate things, but I like this.

You'll just get scared at the last second and ask for a football instead.

You know how Cougar Town names all of its episodes after Tom Petty songs and Desperate Housewives names all of its episodes after Stephen Sondheim songs?  Well, I would watch the shit out of any TV series that named all its episodes after Guided by Voices songs & albums.

But do they give you any information about fighting the frizzies?

It also has the scene where Oscar the Grouch unleashes a torrent of profanities at Big Bird as a subway car speeds by to drown out his voice.

He nearly froze his gizzard!

I edited my post to correct my decimal trouble, and now you look quite the fool!

I've never heard "The One I Love" as a tour song, though.  I see how you could interpret the lyrics that way, but it always seemed to me that it was from the point of view of a coldhearted former lover.

Is that even about touring?  Isn't it about being a hipster in your mid-to-late twenties trying to hold onto your youth, like 75% of all LCD Soundsystem songs?

Dark Side of the Moon really is excellent. It's a classic case of how an album's most ardent fans can sully its reputation.

Animal Collective should work 0.2 harder on their next album.

As long as the world ends before I have to listen to an Animal Collective album I will be OK with my life.

I'm 29, and I somehow saw R.E.M. twice.  I must be some sort of Time Lord.

And what about Statler and Waldorf?  They're a couple of men who spend every night at the theater and make nonstop bitchy remarks.  Just be thankful that the balcony conceals them below the waist…

Calm down, everybody!  It's just eggnog!