When Mulaney's not on the AV Club, all the commenters should be asking, "Where's Mulaney?!"

Not all the time! Only when my roommate was at class!

I wonder if some of those same people who think that BlackLivesMatter needs to be transformed into AllLivesMatter feel the need to crash cancer fundraisers and cross out 'End Cancer!' signs to read 'End ALL DISEASES!'. No, wait, I don't actually wonder that, because those people aren't racist against diseases, just…

My first year of college (I'm getting old, but it wasn't ages ago, so the internet did exist), my university overbooked all student housing, so there were no dorms or apartments available for incoming freshmen. Consequently, the school basically rented several floors at the Radisson across the street from campus and…

I generally enjoy the topics on Radiolab but I can't stand the presentation. I've ranted about this before, but I despise the stilted, phony banter that's obviously scripted but is intended to seem off-the-cuff. Every time Jad or Robert incredulously blabbers "Wait, wait a minute - are you telling me ____?" I want to…

Indeed. While it may be difficult to avoid giggling at the name Bunghole Liquors, a bunghole is an actual term common throughout the brewing world (it's the hole in a barrel that's storing beer, from which the content is removed). Definitely not a pun.

It's not an album, but for my money the best break-up song is Mountain Goats' No Children.

As amazing as Blood on the Tracks is as an end of a relationship album, it's Freewheelin' Bob Dylan's Don't Think Twice, It's All Right that contains the most absolutely perfect expression of that passive-aggressive, playing-the-martyr bitterness that floods from the pain that follows a break-up:

Enjoy your death trap, ladies!

Yes, for fuck's sake, exactly! No self-respecting cocktail should require horseradish sauce.

As a fellow Kansas Citian who really wants to be rubbing the fact that I have Google Fiber in everyone else's face, I'm afraid I have to say: fuck Google Fiber. I live in Waldo (and all of my neighbors already have Fiber - but I happened to move in after the initial sign up period), and I signed up during open…

Bloody Marys are the fucking worst. And I love booze in nearly all its other earthly forms.

As a dude, it feels like your entire soul is being sucked out of your body, but in a good way and through your penis.

"the parts of it that are delightful (and the review names many of them)
are so delightful that I'm willing to overlook some of it's flimsiness."

I once helped produce a film shot in Paris that had a segment directed by, among others, Jean-Luc Godard. Godard had a snarky, elegant and very French communication with us that always stuck with me: at one point there were problems with the financing, and we had to delay production for a bit. All the other directors…

Wha' happened?!

Eh, I think there's something to be said for walking back the premise when it makes sense to do so. There came a point when Parks and Rec no longer needed to lean on its mockumentary framework, and IMO it was better for making the decision to downplay that aspect rather than double down on it after the gimmick…

Don't knock my smock or I'll clean your clock!

For a guy who has made his career creating such joyful, hilarious movies, it's amazing how bitter, hateful and self-important he seems to be in real life.

Weight has nothing to do with it!