This one time I tweeted about Matt Walsh and Reid Scott being the will-they-won't-they couple on Veep and Matt Walsh replied to me. It was awesome. This will likely be on my tombstone.

I love this episode mostly for covering all the annoying crap you might have to deal with when going to see live music. Especially that opening sketch with the asshole tallie who decides to stand right in front of you right when a set begins, or the nightmare of trying to get the bartender to recognize you at crowded…

Yes. There were parts where it reminded me of a Whole Foods derivative of Supertramp's "Goodbye Stranger."

I really like the D&D segments on Harmontown, but there is some brilliant shit going on in the Nerd Poker podcast.

Phrasing! Boom!

These are all terrible powerful people doing terrible things, making terrible justifications for those terrible things, and suffering no consequences and even being rewarded for doing those terrible things. I don't think you're supposed to like any of them. They're all terrible and, at least for me and though I don't…

And naturally Olivia would have to begin her affair with Mellie, right?

*microwaves some milk, yells from the kitchen*

Now I'd like to imagine that Cary Ann Hearst & Michael Trent's "Boxcar" (and any other songs that references Bonnie & Clyde) was actually about the turtles Bonnie & Clyde.

Yeah, I remember that. There was a mass exodus of models like Apnea who left the site and started God's Girls. There were accusations of misogyny as well. I ended my subscription after that and around that time I discovered other sites like I Feel Myself/I Shot Myself and Beautiful Agony and lately Make Love Not Porn.…

Would do.

You do not throw away Hüsker Dü albums, Tom. Drink your grizzledump.

It also struck me as an odd note for Jeff to resort to dubious alternative treatments in a futile effort to reverse his aging. But, he did take his diagnosis of high cholesterol very badly in "Politics of Human Sexuality." When it comes to issues of age and mortality, Jeff can become desperate and irrational, and I…

“Britta? What kind of lame name is that? I want to be Buzzkill. Because of my awesome saw. RRRRRR. RRRRRR.”

The necessity of regular prostate exams should hit Jeff pretty hard.

I hope Hannibal makes mushrooms out of the buried, comatose body of Game of Thrones.

Wynn Duffy's best moment was when he sat down on the couch in the RV next to Boyd and put his arm around him. He would've been cheating on poor Mike, whom Daryl was squeezing at the hotel for information, but Boyd's newly single and it was thick, the sexual tension in that scene, I don't think anyone would've blamed…

Loving A Dotted Line so far. "Hayloft" really does wallop you in the most delightful of ways midway through the album. "Elsie" is exactly the sort of instrumental song I love on bluegrass albums (think Duhks' "The Dregs of Birch, Slip Jig, The Dregs of Birch, Eleanor Day's #1" from their self-titled, Sarah Jarosz's…

If I understand correctly, this means that the smell of the French caused Dikachu to reverse-ejaculate?

That's like the seventh nipple I've seen today.