So, I watched "Email Surveillance" this weekend . . .

I came here because of a "Don't Trust the B in Apartment 23 news update" and got metaphorical hope boner, but all I got was this . . . article that I'm not even slightly interested in.  Boo, A.V. Club!

"The __________ from ______________ has started a Kickstarter for ____________."  God, just copy and paste, news outlets.  This is getting ridiculous.

I mean, if they're on a hiatus, fine, but I haven't gotten any news/updates about one.  I'm watching season 2 right now and I want to talk about it, dammit.

So . . . are we done with classic reviews of The Office, or . . .

I love Veronica Mars.  I adore it.  I funded the movie and I will see it on opening day.

I saw this last Saturday and echo the disappointment.  I'm surprised by all the Kristen Wiig dislike in the comments — I think she's intelligent and hilarious.  She and virtually the rest of the cast give it their best, but the movie has no idea what it wants to be.  At different periods, it wants to be a broad…

I imagine Myles writing these reviews in a bedroom that looks remarkably like Daria Morgandorfer's.  Except darker.  And with a Cure LP playing in the background.  This episode was clearly a B.

This movie would be worth it alone just for Diane Keaton's tipsy quadruple take as she sees (thinks she sees?  Hmmmm . . .) the woman on the bus.

Either she's a twin. . . Or he's a twin. . .

Not only did I read this book in junior high, but I checked out the audio book from the library — read by the daughter in Mama's Family, no less, if memory serves me correctly — and listened to it on my Walkman on a family road trip.  (Sidebar:  I wish I could find a copy of the audio book, whats-her-name did a really…

Well, shit.  Tons of shit.  I don't have cable and watch this on Hulu Plus.  How will I get my Roger fix now? 

I sat through 2 hours of Angelina Jolie whining about her kid and wearing roller skates and not once did I see George C. Scott.  I want my money back.

Well I, for one, really love this movie.  It's a nice antidote to Eli-Roth-Saw-Human-Centipede-Paris-Hilton-Killed-Via-Pipe-to-the-Head torture porn.  It builds slowly and there's an actual pay-off.  However, I will warn you, DO NOT watch the trailer.  It gives away too much of the plot, in my opinion.  It's best to…

When I had closed captioning on during earlier episodes which I had taped — and I don't think this would be the same with DVD subtitles — there were numerous jabs like that in the captioning, but not the dialogue.  For example, in the one where Homer gets the bucket stuck on his head and wrecks the car, he says,…

I spent the long weekend watching The Office's season 6 up until season 8 (I'll finish the rest soon, hopefully) and then last night I started re-watching the original UK version. A general blanket statement:  As crazy as he is, I'd work for/with Michael Scott.  There's no way in hell I'd work for/with David Brent.

I love how she's basically just narrating the scene.  "Oh my god, is that a gold bar?"  I wonder if, in cases like "Taffy Butt" and "Bad Girls," they animate first and then write lyrics or vice versa.  I'm betting they animate first . . .

Bob's Burgers definitely has better music than American Dad, but that "Daddy's Gone" song in AD from the hot tub episode (I think?) is damn good.  It's always stuck in my head.

Bad girls don't wanna go to dog prom.

The air marshal from Bridesmaids is her real-life husband, for what it's worth.