Around here, we call that a "signature scent."

Not my style. When it comes to work, I'm more of a hands-on/fingers-in type of guy.

Just barely edging out The Soft Machine?

Would you climb a hill?
Wear a daffodil?
Leave me all your will?
Even fight my Bill?

The John Wicker Man.

I appreciate that this article even poses an idea like this. Puzzles and solutions, and what they mean to me as someone who engages with games, is a huge reason I play video games in the first place.

I'd argue that a big part of The Witness is to deliver the player into the mindset of "eureka" on a consistent basis, and then help them ponder what it means to pursue and exist within that profound experience as a human, from a scientific/religious/spiritual/personal perspective.

I'm in that same minority with you. What gets me about The Witness is that the more I think about it (and watch others explore it, which I've done a lot of), the more I appreciate the way the game experience itself is constructed, layer upon layer, as an experiential puzzle itself. It moves points of observational…

It's definitely the perfect tonic to all the rest of TV in the age of "peak television." Like a necessary palate cleanser or a hard system-reboot. For that reason, though, I wouldn't put it in the same category as any of the other stuff here. It's its own thang, but absolutely essential.

Sigh. For a show that does so much so well so consistently, you'd think more of the critical staff here would follow this show. I realize "peak TV" brings with it a certain responsibility that can lead to televisual overload, but man…eleven minute nuggets of pure joy and faith in the human condition. How hard can it…

And yet I can't convince my girlfriend to allow me to have a non-sexual fuck once every six months while she's away visiting her family. I just don't get it.

Yeah, those places are called "Ikea."

They could've made Two Lovers and One of Them Is a Bear, and I can think of a couple of options for the source material.

You have to treat herpes like you yourself want to be treated.

Honestly, Glad-One and Sad-One were the only part of the pilot that I disliked. Their voice-acting seems strained and forced, and their characters are incredibly unsubtle and just…like a heavy rock in a stream that the episode was forced to flow around.

What, regular gay porn not good enough for you?

No, no. It's rock pickles scissors.

Spurloik? What kind of an accent is that?

Krazy's patios was unique to herself, endearing, essential, and not at all annoying. It served to keep him sort of dislodged from the rest of the cast, like the landscape behind them was. When Herriman was asked whether Krazy was a boy or a girl, he said Krazy was "more like a sprite, an elf. They have no sex. So that…

Krazy Kat was my first esoteric artistic love, back when I became ravenous about the history of the American comic strip back in my middle school years. I was bewildered by its ever-changing backgrounds, and the weird poetic speech rhythms, and that somehow augmented the art style and vaudevillian humor that played…