That would have been great too. 

If this guy hates "why even bother; who cares?" themes in music, he must have been in a personal hell in the '90s, right?

I was like "the PBS show? Finally this column is digging deep…"

I am confounded as to how you came to the conclusion that 311 or Matisyahu would be a good fit to cover this song. I can't even imagine how it would sound.

And the dad made references to no longer being unreachable because of answering machines. The idea of being untethered to communication must be completely alien to anyone born after 1994 that never went camping.

That's why the Calvin on ADHD meds fake comic makes so much sense. Calvin's parents were thoughtful and responsible, and also frustrated and exhausted, so it's very possible that they would put Calvin on meds once a child psychologist recommended it.

That's awesome. Too bad there will never be an app, C&H or otherwise, that will turn Twitter into something more than narcissists shouting into the ether.

Even as a kid, a Saturday Morning cartoon seemed like a no-brainer and I had no idea why it never happened until I read the 10th Anniversary book.

THAT's how the series should have ended.

This will end badly. Probably with AIDS.

I got married in 2007. I wanted to hear "Message in a Bottle" (bad message for a wedding, I guess, but the song rocks), but the DJ played the plodding-tempo Matisyahu cover. I left the dancefloor and got a drink because I wasn't feeling it.

When Mortimer, Cosby's bee-shaped marker, would start dancing?

Another soft target for some nobody to hate. *Yawn*

They refer to something in Season 2, but it's pretty minor.

I thought he just sacked QBs.

Cat Hank squats in litterbox; discovers dead rat gift from Gale Boetticat, dead catnip producer.

I bought the video stream on Amazon.

When Stuff White People Like was producing regular content, it was a great takedown of urban Limosine Liberalism. Especially its assertion that every conversation between two white people was just a one-upsmanship contest between them to try and feel superior.

I hate listening to Bob Boilen. Listening to a conceited Boomer say "The Ting Tings" is like smooth, gentle sexual assault.

I hate listening to Bob Boilen. Listening to a conceited Boomer say "The Ting Tings" is like smooth, gentle sexual assault.