“I had all the characteristics of a blog commenter — flesh, blood, skin,
hair — but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my
normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a
slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough
resemblance of a human being, with…

"Are you the guy who put us in that Ramada in Milwaukee?"

I see what you did there.

In 1990 or '91, after having not watched "Rudolph" in a very long time, a college pal and I couldn't remember if Hermie's name was Hermie or Hymie. I was convinced it was the latter, ignorant of the word's etymology. No Internet or Google or YouTube to help crack the case, so it was off to Blockbuster that day.

I tuned in for the sexual tension between Christy Lemire and Ignatiy Vishnevetsky.

"Red Lenses" is my favorite Rush song, and this coming from a not-as-big-a-fan-as-I-used-to-be fan who's listened to, and bought all manner of Rush music and crap and concert attendances since 1978.

"The disc portrays the planned community of Butler’s youth—specifically The Woodlands, just outside Houston…"

Who orders croque-monsieur at a diner?

Mr. Block reminds me a little of this guy:

A Redbox, surely.

You said Goodbye and he said Hello.

Cotton: "Ureetey"

If Michael Steele was not the first Hot Lady Bassist, she certainly belongs in the top three.

JS&Mr.N is fantastic.

Only needling you.

"I have an English degree…"

The Magicians is considered HP for adults? Sure, if Hogwarts was a stop on the L train.

"The King's Speech" with a money shot? Intriguing.

I like John Waters and I like Bill Murray.

I like the way Jerry salutes Elaine as she backs slowly out of the dressing room after discovering him pantless.