Or email you a picture of a deer that impaled itself on the fence of his estate. 

As a reader of the AV Club's Treme TV writeup comments from season one, I know that it's a world historical crime that the show didn't deal with the rise of Lil Wayne. 

The fact that they both have posh British accents elevates the shit joke, in my opinion. 

Anderson was also pretty good at playing a dumb character in "The Mighty," too. I think she might be a good actress or something.

It seemed like a very athletic version of four square.

I've got most of those on my shelf at home. I just learned from wiki that there's a third Lando book I didn't know about.

Nobody's too smart for Family Guy. It's just not particularly funny.

I saw a Christian metal band that covered "Am I Evil" and changed the lyrics to "Am I Evil/No I'm not I'm a man of Godddddddddddddddddddddddd."

They plays some sort of basketballish thing, I think in the one where they find the deserted ship full of reaver victims, with a horizontal hoop, but it sort of seemed like they'd just made it up. 

Yeah, but why is it the thing everyone who owns more than one Brooks and Dunn CD wants to stick on their vehicle?

To the show's credit, that partner of his has spent very little time so far being unconscious at just the right moment to miss monsters.

I don't know if the realizations that: your aunt is a monster hunter, monsters are real and out to get you specifically, and you are now the monster hunter because your aunt has been murdered are really the sorts of things that should be underplayed. 

This is a pretty reasonable discussion, except for that it points emphatically to the desperate need for this to be the story of a quirky Portland werewolf who is called in every few episodes to help out a boring police detective whose birthright is to solve monster-related crimes, which involves our werewolf hero in…

In the last one, where the love monkey beast beasts out and does that big leap onto a roof, I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be visible to everyone and they all just Sunnydale repress what they've seen.

Yes, this. The first 20 minutes were great, the rest was maudlin Spielberg at his worst.

And also:

I've only seen the movie once, for obvious reasons, so maybe I don't remember how close they were. The way I remember it, they were as far away as some old pictures I've seen, such as the one with the nuclear artillery shell. 

Ah, that rascally Mel. If only the damned censors had let them show Wallace's genitals being cut off and burned in a fire and a more graphic disembowelment, I'm sure it would have been better.

But he just wanted some approval from his (suggested) dad! John Hurt and Brian Cox were fucking awesome, too. 

I really don't have this problem with actors. I think it's probably from reading a lot of history, where I've trained myself to separate, say, George Washington's admirable actions and views from the, y'know, not so much.