As soon as the sun goes down and the depression sets in, I should be good to go!

I considered unmuting the vines and then I remembered that I don't hate myself that much.

Why are people trying to stifle this fresh new voice in comedy?!?!

The one that I think about basically every day is: "the joke is on you fuck face. i actually love getting screamed at and publicly shamed for my dumb-assed bull shit . I love apologizing"

I had no idea he was even sick. Brain cancer is a fucking horrible way to go. R.I.P.

I'm assuming you're talking about Ned and Chuck—and I think there's something fucked up about dating someone you can never touch because otherwise you'll kill them.

I kept scrolling through looking for my name only to discover that I somehow have 330 points and I had missed myself. Bless Sleepy Hollow for bringing the fuck ups. (And as always, thanks for doing this!)

But the plotting was feasible for the story it was trying to tell and the tone it was trying to evoke.

I attempted to toast an English muffin for myself and accidentally lit my toaster oven on fire. Then I went and got Taco Bell.

So many of his themes and storytelling techniques are present, just told through a completely different lens. Ned and Chuck's relationship is perverse in a totally different way than Will and Hannibal, but still kind of perverse.

It's just…not that hard to ignore. You can think Hugh Dancy is nice to look at and be capable of comprehending the deeper meaning of the show at the same time.

As much as I love Pushing Daisies and Dead Like Me, I think that this is ultimately Bryan Fuller's most fully realized and ambitious show. It has been at very least exhilarating watching him embrace his fucked up tendencies and bring them to the forefront. What an amazing, improbable show. I am going to miss it a lot…

It can be two things.

Forreal. This show was plenty gay enough (though I wouldn't have complained if it had gone gayer). It definitely felt like the homoeroticism was actually integral to the story, rather than window dressing to tease fangirls.

I actually read the unabridged Les Mis when I was in middle school, way before I had seen the musical or knew anything about it. The book is immensely frustrating (there's something like 75 pages of backstory devoted to a character whose entire purpose is to get shot and die during the barricade) but in a lot of ways…

I continue to read fan theories because I hate myself and because I've convinced myself that if I read enough of them, sooner or later I will HAVE to read one that ends up being true, because there are only so many possibilities. And honestly, the ridiculous "NED STARK HAS BEEN ALIVE ALL ALONG" type bullshit is less…

I fucking love Les Mis. I know it is unabashedly manipulative and probably considered pretty stodgy at this point, but I love the music and it makes me cry.

It's like he's reading off a list of buzzwords and just throwing them at out at random so he can cover as many shitty bases as possible.

Shut the fuck up.

Flight of the Conchords in general gets a lot of usage from me, but "too many dicks on the dance floor" is surprisingly versatile. The entire world is in a constant state of too many dicks.