This is my choice for non-ironic wedding song: http://www.youtube.com/watc…

Well played. You get an A+ and fifty gold stars.

I'm in a similar place myself. I wouldn't mind having a girlfriend, but I'm not actively looking for one, either. Doing so would stand in direct opposition of where my priorities are right now* and I'm not in the right frame of mind for the chase (which has almost always felt like pulling teeth; for a supposedly fun…

Bing-fucking-o. The fallacious idea that the presence/having of a romantic partner will cure all miseries has served as the bedrock for untold millions of bad relationships. Happiness starts with you and no one else, the person who may or may not be sleeping in your bed included.

I stopped watching when Gil moved in with the Simpsons. The preceding few years had been pretty bad (watch seasons 12 through 14/15 in order and you can almost see the machinery fall apart in real time), but that episode cranked the diarrhea dial up past eleven and ripped the knob off. I had been sticking with the…

That is one of my biggest pet peeves with radio and one of the primary reasons why I never bother turning the fucking thing on in the first place. It's bad enough when it's just the first or last few seconds of a song. Sometimes DJs will go on for more than a minute about some bullshit contest or which bands they're…

I didn't truck much with file sharing back in the day, but my brother had a mix CD of Napster-sourced songs at one point. It had, among others, Orgy, Guano Apes, Powerman 5000, about 80 seconds of Rob Zombie, Dusty Springfield, the Geto Boys, Dead or Alive, House of Pain and even a skit where Elmo gets murdered by a…

No clue. I assume there's supposed to be some kind of significance here, but Dan neglected to run IGNIGNOKT's letter, so we're only getting one part of the story. We the commenters have been left in the dark.

Those things…I shall destroy!

Here are two earlier posts of mine on the subject, if you want them for reference:

That's great. Let's move on.

Stump Beefknob!

I don't know anything about the particulars of the agreement HSMTIT made, but it sounds like her husband misinterpreted what she asked him to do and overreacted. She told him to cut back on how much he's spending on his dom sessions, not that the deal's off and she doesn't want him seeing a pro anymore. I'm not going…

CHIEF?

While it wouldn't be especially fair for a reviewer to make a sweeping generalization about the entire future of a subject based on a moment's analysis of a very small amount of content (in this case, the subject is an emergent gimmick commenter and the amount of content being two identical posts), the same truth lies…

Because of the likes of Aimee Mann, I presume? She's still got it.

These threads go straight to your head, don't they?

No news, relationship dilemmas, thought experiments or attempted pun
threads this time. Instead, here's a novel-length rundown of the latest
on Operation G.A.F.S. (that being my quest to move to Seattle; I will
explain the origin of the initialism here shortly) for anyone who wants
it:

You're not the only one.

And so gradually I didn't even notice.