Anybody feel like verifying Henley's Stooges/Ramones hate? Obviously, it isn't inconceivable that a Mellow Mafia type would hate them, but I can't seem to find anything on it with Google.

Oh my God, you're probably right.

That's a mandolin. What the hell is the woman next to the bassist and the cellist playing, though?

I thought he was trying to say that the psuedo-ironic racist comics are dropping the psuedo-ironic part - not that racism itself is making some sort of comeback. But that link kind of pointed to the latter, which, yes, is ridiculous.

Well, there's substantial evidence that Darby (Meltzer's the director of this film) pressured those two into attempting it in the first place, so…

Don't read Noel Murray's Dissolve review, then:

Someday we'll find it
The Canadian* connection
The lovers, the hosers, and meeee!

Pitchfork's was suprisingly good - it actually managed to get past some of her more scripted answers.

Does that even count as a word, though?

After that, Win Butler takes down the American ringback tone! ("Why cant it just be two beeps like the English version?")

I thought there were just three: "Kumbaya", "my", and "lord".

Hell, if there was actually a Marcel Marceau-type bastard walking around town pretending to be trapped in a box, I would love that guy.

My theory: It's aware, but in a defensive, prematurely self-deprecating way.

@avclub-e57f718840a576abbb40a7d046c4e3b0:disqus Probably should've used "attractive" instead, but cute just seemed to fit.

Nope. I hate the show, but I think she's cute. (Physically, I mean - not mentally. Oh, god, no.)

Yeah, that's how I took it.

I agree that in practical terms, it's a nightmare, but in terms of fantasies (or metaphors, maybe), it's unbearably powerful. And that's how it was meant, I think.

I thought it took them back to before the professor concieved of the time button - so, right at the beginning of this episode. Unless I missed some dialogue…

I was just guarding myself from those "LOL, EVERYTHING'S NEPOTISM, RIGHT?!" defenders of hers. Yeah, she's ridiculously well-connected in New York circles (and now LA circles, by proxy of Apatow), but that really didn't translate to mainstream fame. It actually still hasn't, now that I think about it; she's still…

Yikes.