My first thought was Rutherford B. Hayes. All of that not-drinking and beard-wearing made him a demon on the basepaths.

I agree about The End if Us. It put me in mind of a Pixar short film in its tone and dynamics. Didn't even matter that I kinda guessed the ending before playing it.

Counterpoint:

It's interesting to compare the hosts of Blue's Clues and Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, in terms of how they interact with their audience. Steve is an adult working at a child's level, while Mr. Rogers was only "Fred" to the other adult characters.

But Wax Tom, everyone knows that Digimon is superior, for one simple reason.

I'd use an Emmy, for the sharp points.

*boredom turns rapidly to shock*

*presses signalling device*
What is petunia?

I can't watch the video.
Please tell me that when Kim decided not to dance, Prince got a furious look on his face like in that Chappelle's Show sketch.

I ought to report them to the Gnome Office.

That was my first thought upon seeing this article. "Wow, a Colbert Platinum channel!"

Clearly great minds think alike, Zardoz. Although my TMC would only resemble the titles of that program.

I was thinking the soundtrack would simply be a deep, sonorous voice saying individual words.

Or even "Gordon Bennett!" (who was an actual rich person who did things that only rich people get away with).

Reading this has given me a great idea for a TV channel.
It would be called The Money Channel, and would consist solely of live footage from the US Mint of crisp new Benjamins rolling off the presses/shiny new quarters clinking into giant bins, interspersed with footage of bank vaults opening, money counters…

Should I ever wish to kill myself, I would do so by eating one of "Weird Al" Yankovic's special Twinkie-Wiener Sandwich.

We swore never to speak of that!

The greatest drunken food/hangover cure known to man is a plain pizza base, liberally coated in Vegemite. A jet engine couldn't blow the cobwebs away faster.

I'm still putting my money on Patton Oswalt.

I think I was the only kid in the world who took cheese and pickled onion sandwiches to kindergarten. At least outside of fancy private schools.