I was thinking this is the kind of thing that's made for a one act mockumentary.  Like, you have a bunch of people living this hopeless, day to day existence as basically beggars in the clothes of dead or fictional pop cultural icons, and maybe they're so immersed in their characters that most of the time they can be…

Say it again, Frenchy!

I remain cautiously optimistic about Anne Hathaway as Catwoman.  I don't think she'd be able to pull off a cartoonishly over the top Catwoman like Michelle Pfeiffer played, but that shouldn't be an issue since none of the new Batman movies aren't exactly cartoonish to begin with.  It's really going to come down to…

Every girl's dream is to slim down enough to snag an Irving from "Cathy" of her very own.

Britta's name is already product placement for those water filters, think with your brain, man.

That's weird, I don't remember Catwoman talking like Fran Drescher.

The most unsettling part isn't that he attempted that particular metaphor, it's how perfect it ends up fitting.

You KNOW that midi file hasn't been sorted.

Yeah, not bad at all.  Even ignoring that bar for webisodes is generally hovering somewhere between "affronts to basic morality" and "shameless bid at branding," this was pretty well written.

Unrelated, but can I ask how you managed to create that specific of an extended metaphor about Claire's?

@avclub-22eda830d1051274a2581d6466c06e6c:disqus I never thought about Quinn that way, that's interesting.

I can forgive his appearance on Two and a Half Men as long as he remains completely and totally motionless for the entire episode.

Her SNL appearance was more of the same too.  Her skits included messily drinking a thing of ranch dressing, making cat in heat style passes on a disgusted Jason Sudeikis, and generally being the butt of a lot of physical, food related comedy.  I remember friends trying to spin it to me that the barrier she was…

"Frothy stream of Santorum, punctuated by globular tag along masses, to spurt throughout Loveland…for the election"

My fondest (basically only) memory of that movie was that it was the first movie I saw Linda Fiorentino in,and how freaking good she was.  She really should have been a bigger star than she was, rather than be remembered as the female lead from Men in Black.

I don't know, Nealon had no sense of how to deliver a punchline, but Quinn never seemed to have any sense of why he was there at all.  Every Quinn weekend update was like watching Quinn and the  audience try to unsuccessfully figure out each others' cues, like slow dance at a middle school mixer.

@avclub-2bc89f96d5af36cd7c598b934297491f:disqus Well, I'm going to to go ahead and call that that's the hardest I'm going to laugh today.

Absolutely the finest book written on the subject of turtle stacking.

Courtney: "Did you wash my white jeans in the same load as my red shirt?"
Drew Barrymore: "Uh Oh…at least pink is in this season!" (pulls pink jeans out of laundry basket, audience laughter)
Courtney: "But no seriously, if my smokes were still in the pocket when you washed them, I will fucking murder you, bitch."

She gets more sympathetic towards the end, when Kurt is basically an animate, heroin injecting corpse, but she's still cast as being pretty batshit.  There's some other biography of her I read in college that I had to put down after like two chapters because her childhood was too fucked up for me to read about and her…