I only found this show in the second season, but, by god, did I love this show, and not they way someone loves that color on you or Greek yogurt, but a deep, abiding affection suffused with delight—

I know! It's magically delicious, bathing in outrage and tears. Who knew?

Ep.382 of WTF. Let's just say it radically changed how I thought of Hank Azaria, but then I know a lot about people with perfection issues and such and so I found it… deeply unattractive? I'm not sure there is a tidy phrase to sum up this kind of disillusionment of what one thought a person was like with what really…

I think knowing what was going to happen had the effect of slowing down the action for me because I was watching for story moments and how things would be handled. On one hand, seeing Talisa there, for instance, made me think, "Oh no—" and there were all these little moments of emotion because of what may happen, but…

I'm waiting to see what people who didn't know it was coming thought and I'm surprised at how people who knew it was coming are reacting. Just seeing the title and the first scene, I thought, "Oh, god, this is finally it—" and everything seemed to be about building up to it, but how is anything suppose to live up to…

I've always liked him as a comedian, listen to WTF and really liked this episode, which was showing at the IFC website. All that said, he has a way of deflating random pleasant assumptions one may have of many of his WTF subjects, replacing them with alternate unexpected revelations, leaving confusing results. For…

Ah, yes, more strangely forced faggotry than the hobo punk, and so oddly neutered. I remember being shocked that Andrew was actually a boy on Girls.

This season has just been cracking me up.

Where do they hide the day glo orange barf powder?

Thwart an artist's proper development and— well, look at Hilter. Failed artist, and it's nearly his birthday.

Radiohead's Idiotique once Autumn ends.

Male ass shots seem to involve a lot of clenching. I say they give the people what they want and go all Rome with the penii.

Because everybody knows Irish jigs are hand chopping music.

I am so bored with incest.

It seems more to me like Pete preys on the weak than any kind of affinity, and he kind of knows that and resents it, not being able to do better.

Where is the job where I get to tell someone, "I will destroy you," and leave it at the office?
That was a thing of beauty. I'm watching that scene over and over, cackling with a combination of glee and wonderment.

Proportionally, that's a tiny Pod in the making.

Totally digging the art direction and costumery. I'm definitely stealing a few ideas.

Because I have no interest in topping you from the bottom to "win" an argument here, you assume I must be male, and many other reasons, I'm just going to leave this here for now.
Yeah, I'm a "dick" who knows there original definition of an asshat. You have not been an asshat. You've been an asshole. Precision of…

I think his sense of color and general aesthetic is trapped in the 80s.