That concluding section was wonderfully brutal. Those who don't get satire have not only cognitive failings, but moral ones as well. Good god, they are horrible.

The line I was told by a professor was, "A Methodist is just a Baptist that can read."

I'm pretty certain that the story of Morty throwing his soiled underwear out a window because he just thought it would disappear into the ether is drawn directly from Harmon's own childhood. I believe he talked about it on Harmontown.

I listen to the occasional philosophy podcast, but I wouldn't turn to a pop culture website like the AV Club for guidance.

Splitsider, another website dedicated to comedy, covered it as well. But I'm with you. We should definitely not get the word out when people try to raise money to educate and inspire children. Needy kids are assholes and we should bury the charitable acts of others because you think they are overexposed.

It's rather simple to fashion one, actually. First, you need to finish the last of the Smuckers and then the last of your dignity. I'll provide further guidance once you get through the first two steps.

Perfect. Thank you.

Probably. I thought it was funny and well-crafted, but I just can't stand that whole style of performance, since I think it is very Brooklyn-white-girl-mean-mug. It's like Bieber flexing after a dunk. In other words, I find it funny only if it is not presented seriously. That's why I curious about the creators' intent.

In addition to what Mr. Miller wrote, I wouldn't characterize Hannah as libertine. She is a narcissist. She doesn't celebrate liberty, but herself.

I couldn't tell whether that slam-poem-rap was meant to be good or not. On the one hand, it was just unbearable. On the other, there were characters saying they couldn't believe she hadn't signed with a label yet and all the snark was reserved for Marnie. Was the point to contrast the good artist with the impending…

Well, I did blow him down the block in Dupont Circle after splitting a gram, but that didn't seem relevant or of interest to others.

Well, it's not much of a story. Since none of my friends like standup, I went by myself. I was then seated right on the stage, where I drew too much attention from Barry and his failure of a last-minute replacement opener. So after the show, I went to buy a CD and have it signed and I was a fumbling jackass who tried…

I was at that show too! After the show, he was just standing there near the restrooms about five feet from me and I really wanted to ask him for advice on chartering a boat into international waters, but then I remembered an awkward encounter I had with Todd Barry at the DC Improv and faded away.

I'm going to see him tomorrow night and I am far more excited about it than is healthy.

Wow. That was an enormous formatting error, but I don't feel like retyping it.

Just saw this. You make good points, but I think your reply is missing my point.

*rimshot*

I suspect you are just joking but, if not, you really didn't understand the Symposium. First of all, the Alcibiades scene happens only at the end, so you have skipped the majority of the dialogue. Second, the exchange with Alcibiades is not about his wanting to fuck Socrates, but contrasting the moderation and virtue…

Yes, it's odd that the reviewer missed this, considering the character stated quite explicitly that he was imitating Barney.

Thanks for the advice, but I tried and I still hear it in a fused Jame Gumb / Vincent Price voice as muffled by a burlap sack and a van.