I, for one…
… am genuinely depressed about this. If there's one thing I absolutely love in comedy, it's a good slow burn, where a character gets angrier and angrier and finally snaps, to usually hilarious results.

I always preferred…
… calling it EmpTy-V in grade school.

I believe Steve Carrell once said something akin to this: "Everyone knows a Michael Scott. And if you don't think you know a Michael Scott, you ARE a Michael Scott."

Ah, Trog…
Roger Ebert mentions this movie in some of his most savage reviews. I'm glad to see that it clearly lives up to its reputation for sheer lunacy.

Again, "VampMyers".

I'm trying to popularize "VampMyers", myself.

Well, That Was Different
I've been watching this show almost from day one, and I've grown accustomed to the semi-annual "mind-fuck episode". Hell, I look forward to it. But this is the first one that really lost me.

Scariest Episode Yet?
I think so. Even by the high freak-out standards set by some of the other episodes ("In Which We Meet Mr. Jones", "Bound", "The Transformation", "Ability") this one had my skin crawling. Seriously, I devour shows like this, and even *I* was reluctant to turn out the lights tonight.

Freudian Slip, Zach?
"George On My Mind"?

Of course, this was the tenth anniversary of the infamous "Not Without My Anus" prank. Bravo, Matt and Trey!

@A Turtle Named Mother:

YES! With the theme song sung by the Paul Lynde impersonator!

They're heroes in a half-shell, and they're green!

Because after realizing that the horror of the first few minutes was continuing unabated, I was thinking, "Okay, MAYBE the Dubya impression will be worth sitting through this crap."
So I waited.
And waited.
And after an hour I realized that the Dubya impression had to be at the end. It was a despicable scheme to try to…

Master of Disguise, or An American Carol.

Next MyoF: Master of Disguise?
I've suggested it before, but now seems the appropriate time to suggest it again:

Yeah? Well… I had sex with YOUR WIFE!

Yep. I'd totally tork that.

Ah, damn. It IS Torv. Blame my selective dyslexia.

I noticed Walter isn't even TRYING to remember her name anymore. He was just calling her "Miss". Classic.