FIRSTIES!

(File under:  "WHO GIVES A SHIT")

(They have to pay for everyone's excessive MADsalaries somehow.)

I quite enjoy Community, but you are [of course] correct:  Arrested Development is ten times better.

Furthermore, it's "cheque," not "check."

The spelling is CORRECT.  (Though *I* am being pretentious.)

I'm not quite digging this album much either.  (Where did the ethereal, ambient, "watery texture" Memoryhouse go?  Come back, please.)

"Don Draper" could very well be imagining those breasts in his mind as he gazes at the display.

(Don's adulterous office-capades have been all just one long, orgasmic/fleshy game of eXistenZ, with just a healthy drop or two of Crash (1996) thrown in.)

WAR??  (And here I've been a sucker, made all convinced like by the first season that it was Winter that was coming.  But it was War all along!)

I had that "Colonial Warrior" toy.  But no cylon to go with it.  Boooo.

Poor Jian.

Hear Hear!

(Oh, SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.  This may sound reDONKulous, but I just "remembered" an actual Whitney died this weekend.  I was, of course, referring to Sitcom Whitney.  But I'm sure you all knew that.)

WHITNEY!  Whitney dies!

You're welcome!

Gervais and Merchant are both twats.

With each passing day, I am ever more convinced that George Lucas was replaced by a pod person decades ago.

Talkie Walkie is [STILL] incredible.

Wow!  A fake comic pleading clemency for a fake singer.