"…and he cried, for there
were no more worlds to conquer…"

Does it have to be all the time, or can I choose when I want to use it? If I can choose,   then Autotune. If I can't choose, then Autotune.

Does anyone else think that Starburns' ending was supposed to be meaningful to the overall theme of the show. This may be a half-baked idea, partially fed on Todd's reviews and partially fed on my own ramblings, but here goes: Starburns' reappearance may have been a way for him to renew his life, end his pathetic life…

I will second bongoes' claim, and I will say that everyone has given some valid and thoughtful opinions, but it is ultimately yours which I will disregard and then call my own. "Welcome to higher academia" indeed. I'm sure she'll enjoy it.
And even though we'll hold off on drinking as long as we can, we may just end up…

"Yay, pool!"
And,
"…and that's a fact."
"No, that's your opinion. That's the definition of an opinion."
"Well, that's your opinion."

"Yay, pool!"
And,
"…and that's a fact."
"No, that's your opinion. That's the definition of an opinion."
"Well, that's your opinion."

Alright, 
So I met a girl a few weeks ago and, during a conversation about movies, I let out that one of my absolute favourites is Fanny and Alexander. She was interested and, taking advantage of our pre-scheduled hangout night (talk, eat, drink, watch anything), she asked if we could watch it together. I have no…

"I still don't like you!"
It's good to see the year of spiritual purgatory at Whitney did nothing to humble Jonathan.

"Are you in, Liz?"

"Are you in, Liz?"

Liked for the absurdity. Secretly disliked for the inevitability.

Liked for the absurdity. Secretly disliked for the inevitability.

Seriously, people? No love for easily the 3rd hottest comedian on Comedy Central's 4th best Real World parody?

Seriously, people? No love for easily the 3rd hottest comedian on Comedy Central's 4th best Real World parody?

Because nobody ever expects it.

Because nobody ever expects it.

I read all of Choke and half of Lullaby. Frankly, the former was disgustingly unbearable, while the latter became more and more unreadable as I quickly drank myself into oblivion.

No, I did not fall for Brown's trap hole, and I believe I still have "The Romantic Manifesto" buried somewhere underneath Graham Green.

Ah, so he is the Mario Vargas Llosa of his time and country, eh?

I'm just going to come out and say it: 
I believe, truly believe, that Chuck Palahniuk is the absolute worst author I have every read in my adult life. I just cannot believe that I spent even two nights reading that man's writing, and for a girl no less. Palahniuk is my go-to reference for what to avoid, whether you're…