". . . it just seems like two friends being there for each other, without any
of the sexual tension booga-booga that the show so rarely gets right."

And thank you.

Ah. Thank you. The bet's on sarcasm.

What was the Michael Jordan line in the monologue? I got distracted right as he delivered it and missed it.

Wasn't Peyton Manning decent when he was on?

If Wild can list 2001and Planet of the Apes as dystopian—which, along with a lot of the comment thread, suggests we're not working from a very good or even particularly clear definition of dystopian—then The Dispossessed should definitely count. It seems like the classic dystopias are pretty much Zamyatin's We,
Huxley'…

So what you're saying is, the best of both worlds?

If you'd like dystopian fiction that's era-appropriate to the article, then Ursula K. Le Guin's The Dispossessed would be a fabulous place to start. It might be debatable whether Arslan by M.J. Engh would count as dystopian or not, but it's fascinating. (Besides some of the movies that have been mentioned in the…

Sorry, I just want to get this straight: despite the fact that I love Y: The Last Man (which could have a very silly sense of humor) and because I dislike Preacher, I've lost touch with my inner child and I'm dying inside? And this from someone who didn't even LIKE Preacher that much?

Afghamistan, for what it's worth, when I read Preacher I was in my mid-to-late 30s and I'm not all that self-serious. Though, who knows, maybe I'm a prick. I'm not going to say Preacher has no redeeming qualities, but the level of sophomoric bullshit you have to wade through to get to those redeeming qualities—I just…

You didn't dismiss it too early, Juan_Carlo. The entire series has the tone of being written by a teenager who just discovered Tarantino and has a hard-on for him. No doubt if I'd read it when I was 13, I would have been in awe. But I wasn't 13. "Juvenile, desperate, and annoying" does an apt job of summing it all up.

Hey, whatever happened to that Nicole Krauss gimmick poster? I kind of enjoyed those.

Personally I'd give the book an F. But then I read it in my 30s, not my teens. It's very rare for a book to offend me, but ELAIC did. The photos arranged at the end as a flipbook showing a man levitating back up the WTC rather than plummeting from it: that was just a disgusting use of trauma for Foer's…

Ice-skating Jesus in a Santa hat. This has to turned into a Christmas card, like, now.

Or on the wall, even.

All the talk about graffiti on the all and no one noticed that Diane's phone number is apparently 867-5309?

Which is better, 5:55 or IRM? I still lean toward 5:55 myself, but it's close.

The first season is the weakest, though, and mainly worth digging into after you've watched the rest of the series. It starts becoming really good in the second season. I seem to recall that, many years ago, they released a DVD set of the best of season one that was around half a dozen episodes. It just included the…

At this point? I'm pretty sure Marcus has only been speaking in football metaphors all season. I'm assuming that's all he speaks in when he's home, too. I was amused by his wife rolling her eyes at him from the backseat, though.

Hey, shrubbery. Say hi to your mother for me.