Are you paying for Muppet-quality felt?  This is going to be some threadbare Hanes shit.

This time: hand puppets.

Now ragtime and the Spanish influenza are the hot new things!

Yeah, but this is the one where we finally get to see Dagny stand on the plank of the Taker's skiff over the Great Leech Pit.  And right when she's about to be pushed off and consumed for a thousand years of volunteer service, she double-back flips back onto the skiff!  Then her trusty droid that she designed and…

Yippee Ki Yay, Heisenberger!

Also, he is a hundred different types of awesome.

Breaking bad.

Find out that he's neither interested in Star Trek nor Star Wars, and has just been biding his time 'till someone offers him the Beastmaster reboot.

I think there's some validity to that.  When I first heard about the idea of midichloreans, I thought it had to be a completely unsubstantiated rumor, because undermining the fairy tale breeziness of The Force with some achingly convoluted technical explanation struck me as being fundamentally Star Trek.
   I enjoy…

All that needs to happen is for him to witness the death of his most beloved black, gay fart joke and he'll fly backwards around the earth fast enough to bring it back to life.
   And fuck up our orbit in the process.

This is a counter-balance to all the Allison Brie posts, right?
   Seems fair.  I'd buy flowers for either of 'em.

Low Winter Sun?  They're not even trying.  This is the Snakes on a Plane of grim, multi-faceted anti-police procedurals.  Just put it all out there upfront.
   This is like the painting I did in High School that was painted all-black titled:  Feelings (Why won't Adrienne go out with me?).

"He's gonna to wake up in a smoothie!"

"Oh, you wouldn't want Minneapolis watching you play.

They seem like nature's popcorn.  Plentiful, expendable and short-lived.

Congratulations on spending your unpaid internship staring at Hamm bulge at 200% magnification as you lovingly go over every outline, shadow and turgid, taught fabric with the healing brush.
   Beats pre-press prep, I guess.

Yeah, that was the idea I was striving for in my drawn-out, inarticulate fashion.

 Yeah, I'd say cut off contact.  She's not doing anything wrong by being attractive to you… r'e friend…  but if you can already feel the contours of the dilemma, I'd say that's a good sign that you're just propelling yourself into an unsatisfying morass of emotional contradictions and misdirected frustration.
   I've…

Also, because it was the 80's, the gerbil was wearing parachute pants.

Is that irony, or just straight-forward negligence?