the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

let us make our way through certain half-deserted streets

like a patient etherised upon a table

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Let us go then, you and I

I just watched New Kid on the Block and A Milhouse Divided this afternoon. The first one I watched originally as a rerun and the second I remember watching live. The amount of jokes that I missed through successive watches throughout my youth and adolescence amaze me at this point in my life.

After the past couple of weeks, I am more glad than ever that I caught up with Hannibal.

All of a sudden I'm not getting notifications for replies, what's that all about? I had to come back and refresh the page like some sort of loser.

It's an Argentinian prostitute with very refined tastes in terms of 19th century german metaphysics and classical narrative theory.

Emily's right, for a show that is defined by it's cartoonish protagonists and logic, it can turn the (heartfelt) emotion up on a dime. Another thing that she pointed out was how they hook up pretty late in the episode and then everything sort of rushes toward the end. Chloe gets into a fight at a little league game,…

Where's Bunheads?

@avclub-022199896b1f52952c180b60caa681bd:disqus I love the resigned way that Lenny and Carl accept Smash's command. It's nonchalant enough to mean either it worked or they have nothing better to do.

*tentative optimism burgeoning, threatening to become full-blown hope*
*must…wait…for…further…developments*

Cannot.
Wait.

Man of Buns of Steel?

GLICE!

Not the typewriter effect! Just kill me now.

"Man, I still get shit for Riddick. That shit was my Rushmore."

If possible, I want your and @avclub-68b739692fa849e6572ee31610a75750:disqus 's to be a dialogue between the above characters. Winning!

The THEME is AMUSEMENT, not vice versa.