The "Harrelsonaissance?" No such thing. For there to be a Harrelsonaissance, there would first have to have been a dark age of Harrelson. There was never a dark age of Harrelson. He has been awesome the whole time. End of story.

All of those affirmative defenses are alleged as a matter of form by every defendant in every vehicular negligence case where there is even a remote chance that they apply. It doesn't make it any less sleazy, but Wal-Mart's attorneys would be fired if they didn't put that language in their answer.

I haven't seen this episode yet, but now that I know Neil Casey is in it, I am skipping out early from work to watch it on my DVR.

Murder boner for his own brain. Nice!

I didn't hate Tara on True Blood because of her character flaws. I hated her because Rutina Wesley is a terrible actor.

So… between this review and Tusk, it looks like Mike D'Angelo is gunning to unseat A.A. Dowd as biggest hater at the A.V. Club.

Just tell people that it's a "mic wire."

I actually would love to watch a Herzog documentary about Ben Wyatt's dorky sometimes-boss at the accounting firm. A portrait of a man, obsessed with another man, who is in turn obsessed with calzones. Also, lots of CoD.

"Little Sebastian was not a significant horse."

(Cut to a medium shot of Jerry/Larry/Terry eating a sandwich at a table. A swarm of rats converges upon him and consumes him. He farts.)

"I turned my eye to Pawnee, Indiana, a small part of the vast, relentless, inevitable plains that comprise the belly of America. What were their dreams? What drove these poor, pathetic creatures to this existence, sweating, eating their way from day to day, unaware of their own madness? Unaware of their own…

… or eaten as a literal cheesecake by the rest of the cast in a weird but awesome metaphorical dream.

Oy, what's all this, then? Are we having a laugh?

Well, that's something, at least.

Ass ipsa loquitur.

Fuck Henry Rollins. As someone who has lost a parent to suicide, I have to say that as much as it hurt to lose my Mom, I have always understood that her death was not something that can truly be classified as a "choice." I miss her every day, and she was my best friend, but to lay claim to a part of her…

Oh my God. All these years, I thought the older Lebowski was played by Charles Durning, but I was wrong. David Huddleston indeed. Earth-shattering.

Why?!? Why, Terry? You're too good for this kind of Uwe Boll shit!

Is that… David Boreanaz?

Twilight sucked, but not like True Blood. At least Twilight didn't have "were-panthers," or fairies, or… were-panthers.