I always thought "polite discussion" was the Canadian equivalent of "heated argument".

Tales of derring-do,
Bad and good luck tales!

I tried to get tickets to an upcoming on-campus event yesterday—tickets were advertised as $10 for students, and $20 for guests.  So, OK, $30 for two tickets, no problem.  I try, and, apparently, graduate students don't count as "students".  (Neither do we qualify as faculty/staff, for their discounts.)  So, fine. …

"I'm Batman.  I'm BATman.  I'm BatMAN.  All this practice has just got to pay off…"

I have twenty-damn-three disagreeabuddies.  I had no idea I was so curmudgeonly.

Ha!  Not furthest from the final rank!

If it's any consolation (spoiler alert: it won't be), I was also not an RA.  (I interviewed as an undergrad, but didn't get it.  I did, however, live in the same dorm (same room) all four years I was an undergrad, so that's…something.)

It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye, Piccadilly,
Farewell, Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there.

Bug-out!  This is not a drill!

I'm reasonably certain it's all from Vader's tossed off line about no disintegrations this time, implying some kind of badass, offscreen history of the character—if the ultimate evil in the universe (at that point in the trilogy, discounting the Emperor, who was more mystical/figurehead at that point, whatever) had to…

(The following films may or may not qualify, based on your definitions, so grain of salt and all that)
The Conversation is a pretty taut, suspenseful, paranoid thriller.
Deathtrap and Sleuth (the original one) are pretty entertaining, twisty mysteries.
The Game is a pretty well-regarded mind twisty thrill ride.
And, this…

They peacock television.

Am I the only one who was hoping for a Straight Guys, Talkin' Bout Smash section?  Cause honestly, the promise of seeing Karen in another outfit like the one she wore during "On Broadway" was all that kept me watching these episodes at times.  (That, and the fact that my wife had commandeered the TV.)

Ooh!  There's one!

You know, in retrospect, I'm kind of disappointed that there wasn't a liveblog of the Puppy Bowl here.

You know, I think I agree with you.  It's like she was basically a cipher for every emotion that the writers could think to throw out, and also, "woman".

Mmm…golden bacon…

Holy crap, I hope you commented something like that on the article.  At any rate, you made it difficult for me to explain my sudden attack of the giggles to my South African officemate, so well done.

I always thought they were programmes.  Possibly prougrams.

Wrapped in a mystery, inside of a knock knock joke.