These would be the same professors who can't even get their students to read a syllabus?

Eventually. but for the first few years they shared a channel. That's why it's called "Nick at Nite" — it was a new thing that they were on at night.

I'm so old I remember when Nickelodeon signed off at 8 pm and turned into A&E.

Does he know that many colleges don't even HAVE archaeology departments?

A few years ago I walked into a bookstore and had no idea what the hell to make of the giant "Duck Dynasty" table of merchandise in the middle of it, because I'd never heard of the fucking show.

…you'd probably enjoy and say good things about it?

I have never heard anything good about the uncut version from someone who was not a raving Heinlein fan to begin with.

Technically, he was a private detective.

Helping these shoddy forgeries along, no doubt, was the number of bouncers, bartenders, and convenience store clerks who only wanted a shred of plausible deniability as to the ages of their patrons.

Was that the season with the plotline about Beecher's kids? That was some awful stuff. I remember trying to recap the thing to a friend and talking about it as this insane, baroque venegance story and he just looked at me and asked, "Why…why would you WATCH that?"

Fair point!

You mean like Black Mirror?

Though Obama would probably have beaten Jack Ryan anyway, and it kind of stinks that his "sex scandal" was 1) suggesting something gross to his wife and 2) nobody actually having sex with anybody — especially since one of the people who pushed him out of the race was Dennis Hastert.

I'm starting to think we will never actually see an episode of this series.

Of the two people who we see in San Junipero and in meatspace, their SJ versions are played by gorgeous actresses with flawless hair, teeth, etc. It's quite possible their younger selves were less perfect looking.

Or A Stop at Willoughby, where escape into an idyllic past is possible. It amazes me that that episode came after Walking Distance.

I finally watched this, just shy of a week after my country loaded all six chambers of a gun and shot itself, repeatedly, in the face, and I wept like a baby not when the episode ended but when Yorkie got in the car and started driving to Kelly, at the anticipation of a joyful tomorrow after years of suffering. That…

Along with six standard-definition TV sets on the wall!

Then where's my free, clean energy, rejuvenation technology, and flying cars?

I did not, but: The year I started college, most freshmen were born in a year ending in "4". The college IDs used white type against a red background. One razor, one red sharpie, and some patience later and anybody who wanted to could make that "4" into a "1" and make themselves juuuust old enough to drink.