Every recap of a comic convention I've ever read has an entry like this, about the way all these fans of the same pop culture stuff meet each other and make friends and get to luxuriate in a place that is free from all the judgment and derision their fandom encounters in the "real world."

Wait, Lillard's the reporter?  I thought he was the guy burning dead people's clothes in his trash and describing his belief that prostitutes deserve to be murdered as "jus' my politics, I guess."  Then again, the only other thing I can remember seeing Lillard in is the Scooby-Doo movies, and the creepy sideburned…

I would like to see more of Detective Cooper and his probiotic yogurt and his sayings that I really hope are malapropisms ("Like hair on a biscuit!"). And his glorious mustache, of course.

Well, remember, the first four and a half seasons in the series take place over two years. That's not a ridiculously long time to wear a memorial ribbon.

As well as a reference to people who wish to be on television at all costs.

Every bad review of this movie that I've read just makes me want to see it more.

The Shark After Tomorrow.

I find plenty to admire about a Republican who actually is concerned about the national deficit, to the point where he allows it to be detrimental to his re-election campaign rather than a talking point he conveniently ignores while in office.

Isn't "sociopath" just a fancy word to describe a teenager?

"Community theater" is really the detail that made everything fall into place.

For whatever reason, I have no problem watching Basil Fawlty get humiliated- I think because Cleese writes and plays him in such a way that he's constantly deserving of humiliation- but yeah, I can't even watch most of Nick's scenes with Lindsay.  I literally got 10 seconds into the above clip before I started saying…

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Michael Scott refers to them as influences to establish 2 things:

"The Ass Man is here, and I have something to say to Hulk Hogan:

"Garlin alternates these interviews with scenes of himself watching Little League games (less exciting than it sounds)"

What are the standard piccolo jokes?  Something about how she obviously preferred blowing the smallest available pipe?

Or when they wear their pants low, listening to that horrible jazz music in public.

Take a look at poster, readers!

Those first two sentences sound like the beginning of an awesome short story.  Needs a comma after "Nineties" and another after "insulted," though.

"Oh, no more buttered scones for me, I'm off to play the grahnd piaahno. I want to learn how to fly an aeroplane." - Richard Brooks