Well, given what Star Trek has taught me about matter/antimatter reactions, I'd say Boomtown is about right.

It doesn't say much for your rebellion against cultural imperialism that your weapon of choice is willful ignorance.

The problem with getting a nation of children to grow up is that it will inevitably involve a period of adolescence. Lower the drinking age and people will die, and kill others. Legalize marijuana and some people will bake themselves into oblivion for a decade, if not longer. Ditto with relaxed gun ownership…

When I grow up, I want to be born wealthy.

I'm pretty torn on this one. On the one hand, yes, these kids are whiny, delusional, self-entitled morons.

Seriously, if the proper stuff is going into (and, I suppose, coming out of) the proper holes in a fairly predictable pattern, you're goddamn golden. Case closed, off to the suspected crack den where the kids are sleeping on piles of dog shit.

Well, when IGN gives something a low score, you know that it's both bad and unprotected by a large corporation's money and influence.
I suppose that first part is what puts the "almost" in "worse than Hitler (almost.)"

And then added an Irony Button of some kind.

Pffft, you barely look like a Time Lord.

I''d like to pitch in, but I'm too busy traveling south on 93 North.

Well, the right to remain silent is more a 5th Amendment thing; the 4th Amendment would be more about withholding all consent to enter and search, demanding a warrant, etc. etc.

You should get out in front of this thing and throw her a sex surprise party.

@catgun:twitter  I think the logistics boil down to "Tab A goes into Slot B."
Mmmmm… Slot B.

At this point I'm beginning to wonder if, despite her ass indeed being that good, her husband is incapable of getting an erection unless he sees fresh footage of her killing werewolves and vampires and stuff.

Well, since we're talking about it anyway: I nominate They Might Be Giants' "Kiss Me, Son of God" as America's new national anthem. It's simple, it's catchy, and it fits like a custom-tailored velvet glove.

I prefer my cock to remain a wholly owned subsidiary with no executive authority, and also, flesh.

Bonnie would join a long line of antagonists who are driven insane by humanity's infinite capacity for hypocrisy and denial, and who really do have some solid points to make, if you can just temporarily set aside the death ray on the moon.

And then some geek will point out that "broiling" is actually its own thing in cooking, and then Broyles will push him into the vat, quipping "ain't homonyms a bitch?"

This was my switch show while Fringe was on. I didn't feel the need to download it afterwards. Setting aside some of the overarching stuff, I got the entire gist of the episode from the promos and the five minutes I caught during Fringe's commercials. That's not a good sign.

I think it's easy for us to care about the one thing that's being shown on screen, because we're human. Observers? Not so much. And yet, they do. That's my beef.