I was always a River guy.  That Ophelia archetype gets me every time.

I wish she was here with me right now.  *Struggles to open jar.*

And the long-awaited sequel 'Down In Her Hole.'

I thought I had, but I had confused her name with 27 porn actresses with nearly-identical monikers.

That Hitler has some strong feelings about the pictures!

I get your point, but can it be proved either way?  Probably not (barring the discovery of love notes in Rabin's locker), so it seems a bit impish to assume contamination from those hip rock stars.  I'd guess it's just as likely that the Club is pretty tight-knit, and Civilian was on heavy rotation. I'm sure we've all…

So, you're attributing all of this to a radiation issue at the A.V. Club offices?  A lot of serious charges up in here.

When you say 'interacted with' Wasner, might I ask what you're implying?

Yeah, that photo screams 'Special Needs Girl In Creepy 70's Porn Shoot.'  Say what you will about Katy Perry, but at least she's clearly human, however cynically packaged.

Well, duh.  Cohen can't even go the freakin' bathroom in Wallonia.

I'm just glad LMFAO finally apologized for all of that reckless party rocking.  Now, we as a nation can heal.

So how do you think it went down?  An E-mail from Rabin telling certain staffers to put Wye Oak on the ballot, or they're out on the street?

Well, you're suggesting that the AV Club is in the tank for Wye Oak.  (Wye Oak is a duo, for the record.)  You've reached this conclusion based on the idea that there's no way 'Civilian' could be album of the year, since it didn't win that award elsewhere.  It's a thin premise and rather insulting to our hosts.

Strange, you'd think there'd be a complete worldwide consensus on Best Album.  It's such a scientific process.

"My!  What an adorable lesbian!"

TRUCK-A-SAURUS!

This album is available for $4 as Amazon's MP3 Deal of the Day thingie, if anyone is interested.  Sadly, it does not include a comfy couch and a bottle of Klonopin to complete the Air listening experience.

I have co-workers who love this show and find it hilarious.  And since there's no way for me to analyze why that is without sounding like a smug prick, I just smile and nod.  And then curse the day my brain was wired to like shows that have to perform animal sacrifiices just to get a 2.0 at the Nielsen board.

He was still hung up on Gretchen Mol's character, with her wooden delivery and wet-blanket mystique.

And that absurd tell with his Oreos.  Holy fuck, do I love Malkovich in this movie.  I hosted poker nights at my house, and you best believe I SPLASHED THE FUH-KEENG POT WHENEVER THA FUCK  I wanted to.