Other Counterpoint:

Nah, this is how the plot always turns. They make it look like things are taking a turn for the worse, then some minor detail will spark an epiphany and then everything'll be solved.

There's always next year for stuffy classical music about the buttocks.

I'm imagining it'll be pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, and free popcorn.

Shh, you'll jinx it.

I wrote in Tom Waits' "Tom Traubert's Blues." The fighting for who could cover Tom Waits would have been GLORIOUS.

I've used Cryptopsy's None So Vile to get back at some ever-partying bro neighbors. Soothing stuff.