She also played Marcy, one-half of the creepy psychotic couple who kidnapped their nubile female neighbor and amputated one of her limbs, in The Shield. She memorably did a number on Dutch, completely mindfucking him and showing him that his profiling skillz needed a serious upgrade.

The Colonel …
… clearly did not know when to STFU.

Kevin = sad garden gnome.

Here's hoping the season
isn't falling apart like cardboard left out in the rain. This episode seemed strangely scattershot and random to me, and the performances were below par pretty much across the board. Was excited about Evan Rachel Wood as the Queen right up until she opened her mouth; seemed like she was…

But was it hella ironic?

Finally, a Destination

District 9 was in fact awesome. Haven't seen the Tarantino yet, sad to say, so I can't compare the two. But ZMF, I have to admire what I read as your staunch refusal to bow down to the retarded spelling of the title and stick to that of the original.

This expansion is going to suck it. No new continent, no new classes, and of all the potentially playable races we get goblins and worgen. Why not naga, or centaur, or dragonkin? The only possibly fun thing (not mentioned in the write-up but rumored elsewhere) is the ability to fly in the Kingdoms and Kalimdor. …

I'm sensing that "get off my lawn" is fast becoming the new AV Club stand-in for fiery canceraids. How retro.

"Pouring his soul, with kings and popes to see, / Reaching, that heaven might so replenish him, / [by granting him a hate-fuck of Katy Perry] …"

I'm sad. I just caught the new Wilford Brimley commercial and he's not all pissed off anymore. I guess they told him to dial down the rageometer, but they should have told him to crank it up. I want to see him apoplectic, eyes bulging, spraying spittle as he demands that his viewers attend to their diabeetus…

Soon they'll be stacking ads onto the ads, and we'll have to move them around by making conducting-type motions in the air a la Minority Report.

Sean Astin, reprising his role as "Rudy" Ruettiger from the the feel-good 1993 hit film Rudy, only now having matriculated to the pros and having ended up on the Giants' roster, becomes the object of obsessive fan Patton Oswalt's every desire (and I mean *every*). When our head-over-heels protag expresses his…

Maybe Rob Zombie was a bullied emotionally ill kid from a dysfunctional family and he identifies. Except that now, instead of being an unstoppable psychotic killing machine, he's an unstoppable director of schlock. This would explain much, actually.

The Harrowing of Hell was a pretty ballin' get-together, from what I've read. And the afterparty was even sweeter.

Life Lessons from Bear Grylls
You can squeeze potable water from an elephant turd.

Ceviche and foam officially added to the list.

@agathalynnnbot: Take your cougar-pimping to some other site, you autoposting suck machine.

Yep, their pickles ended up in each others' jars, no doubt about it.

Whatever happened to automats?