Drugs, cigarettes, condoms and an eighties brick cell phone… That robot rolls dirty!

I love that everyone gets character-deepening moments. Loving this show.

I couldn't help but think of the reverse-masterpiece, Hell Comes to Frogtown, when this storyline popped up.

Kuntar preserve us!

The women's lib line is a brilliant touch, as men of that generation were truly bewildered by the movement, like continental drift-caused mountain ranges suddenly appearing in the plains of what they were taught everyone's roles should be. Hell, my mom is now struggling with choices she made forty-plus years ago,…

I can't argue with any of these choices. Erik, one of my favorite nights of all time includes Monster Mash. I have friends who used to host bands that were traveling through on shoestring-budget, national tours. A group out of DC, the now-defunct These United States, came through around Halloween. Not quite a dozen…

Top o' the muffin to ya!

…Yet…

Fuck You, Bob!

Just yell, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

MOCK

Wow. That is a very sad way to end a much-too-short life. Please rest in well-deserved peace.

¿Tres Comas?

Binky, how many times do I have to tell you?! The litterbox! The litterbox!

I like trains. Always wanted to ride one cross-country. Roger Ebert wrote my favorite train story, all the better because it's true. Read this blog post of his. It'll take a while to get down to the story I'm talking about, but it's worth the trip.

Was it produced by Menachem Golan? Because that's exactly what he did; go to Cannes with a bunch of mocked-up posters, hustle up the cash, then get the movie written. Hopefully.

I sing that to my girlfriend sometimes.

You know what it takes to make the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs? It takes brass balls to make the kessel run in less than twelve parsecs.

I said, "Goddamnit, Leila, it's, like, three in the morning! Good girl." Then, I picked up the rat by its tail, which she swatted, and tossed it out the door, so she would eat al fresco.

Last night, I was awoken by my cat's chattering, letting me know that she had killed a rodent.