A truly heroic gesture, God bless you, Dr. Drew.

Jesus, this is the best they could do? Are the Pixies busy that week?

The main reason I only listen to a very small number of comedy podcasts is because it seems like they have an extremely limited rotation of guests, and it gets a little tiresome hearing the same voices and names after a while. Pretty sure a lot of these people don't do much else at this point but appear on each…

Somewhere in America, Henry Rollins chugs a can of Muscle Milk then does thirty minutes of powerlifting, a grimace on his face that may be borne of either effort or secondhand embarrassment.

Oh, for God's sake.

I didn't listen to the podcast, but I watched the special, and the joke was just that she thought she was dying on stage and had a meltdown over it.

Me too!

Wow, this doesn't sound good.

Considering that the special had an entire filmed bit where Schaal leaves the stage and throws a tantrum in her dressing room, and Braunholer talks her into going back out, I'm not sure why anyone is still questioning if it was for real or not. If Comedy Central shoved it into an off-hour slot, it's likely because the…

Wrong. The Best Christmas Pageant Ever was an entertaining book, at least when I was eight or so. I remember the one kid saying that if she had given birth to Jesus, she would have named him Bill, and I thought that was the funniest thing I'd ever read (at the time, at least).

The day to day stuff was my favorite too, and her descriptions of Christmas celebrations. You can't beat Farmer Boy for near-pornographic descriptions of food, though.

Yeah, I got my first exposure to Stephen King via my dad's book collection, and he didn't stop me. His attitude towards it was "As long as she's reading, who cares what it is."

The Little House on the Prairie series. I've probably read the whole series from beginning to end more than a half dozen times between age seven and adulthood. I still love the extraordinary detail (particularly when it comes to food), Garth Williams's charming illustrations, all of it.

Oh god, I remember that, the New York Minute thing. One of the lower moments in post-9/11 expressions of mourning, along with forwarded e-mails of weeping eagles and animated candle flames.

Been saying this since the column debuted.

I remember when Wall-E came out, and how a lot of parents complained about the fact that there's very little dialogue, and nothing much happens during the first half hour, so there's no way their child would want to watch it. If your kid can't handle a quiet little movie without a lot of loud noises and bright colors…

Yeah, I'm not making that connection either. If anything, as another commenter already stated, the sincerity and earnestness of Mr. Rogers wouldn't fly today.

Yeah, there seems to be an odd distrust of and derisiveness towards genuine displays of emotion or even liking something these days.

I'm sensing Tom Hanks here, and I'm perfectly fine with that.

Or living within our means and tragically doing without artisanal sriracha.