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    I first saw Buried Alive just as I was trying to get back into dating, and I don't think I've had any piece of comedy hit me as personally as the part about trying to talk to girls at a bar or other locations.

    The monopolies given to cable companies in the US are actually the result of negotiation between municipalities and the cable company- the government gives the monopoly to a company but gets to have some say over the price. Obviously the government generally doesn't do a good enough job with this, but it probably also

    I would be much more interested in how many jumping jacks she can do.

    I was going to go with "Richard. Man's name. Penis. Dick." But I'll accept your version…for now.

    Howard's at least in his thirties in this TV show. I think this is practically a Picasso situation. In the Iron Man 3 epilogue, Tony does start talking about 1983, and how he was 14 and still had a nanny, so he was probably born in 1969, which would put Howard in his fifties at least.

    I do not think there was anything wrong with that 18-year-old's eyesight.

    The consultants' report probably read: "The raccoon problem is under control. Pawnee citizens have their part of the town, and the raccoons have theirs. Best not to disturb the local ecosystem."

    I liked how, when Peggy went down to get dinner, Howard Stark gave her his lunch order. A nice little parallel with the men at her job that the show didn't need to underline: he might be more enlightened (or just know more about Peggy's talents), but Stark still turns out to be using her as a means to an end.

    It would be a big tax write-off, and the companies Grizzl is based off of are well-known for spending ridiculous amounts of money on things that are unlikely to see much of a payoff.

    I'm calling it: Dr. Robert Nygard is an expert hypnotist who has subjected each of his patients to Manchurian Candidate treatment, so they automatically say his name each time they mention their therapist. That's all he really uses it for, a bit of free advertising among the usually-unpredictable flow of human

    It just occurred to me after "Save JJs" that the Parks department in Parks and Rec functions the same way as the Special Crimes Task Force in The Wire, where the show spends progressively less time covering the specifics of its activities every season it gets a new assignment. This was like Season 4, where 90% of the

    Catholicism is whatever we want it to be!

    I think that's the point of the article- the director was doing a competent job at presenting the material, but the material was so mind-numbingly one-note that the direction had no choice but to follow it.

    They mean the great blue void of the Pacific Ocean, I imagine.

    Sons and Lovers is a good place to start with Lawrence. Really gets all his interests in under the roof of one book- class, poverty, sexuality, alcoholism, the meaning of art, unhealthy obsessions with one's mother- it's all there. The only real difficulty is learning to read a phonetically-transcribed Northern

    Aside from the hair and the top-button, I'm inclined to give him a break visually- when you are a genetic copy of Will Forte, there are a limited number of ways you can look not-ridiculous.

    Okay, so just listened to the song for the second time, and it's a nice little tune in the vein of "Grapevine Fires," and it sounds like they've still got some decent guitarists after their lead guitarist left. The only problem is that I listened to it a second time because the first time I put it on, I started

    Dammit Ben Gibbard, STOP PARTING YOUR HAIR IN THE MIDDLE.

    So when does Julian Casablancas start sharing "Last Nite" royalties with the songwriters of "American Girl?"

    I'll take that challenge.