That is the best possible deployment of the Pulitzer.
That is the best possible deployment of the Pulitzer.
Oh for Christ's sake…when will people get off the guy's soon-to-be decomposing ass about that?
The entire internet is INTP.
It always freaks me out, too. Every time I get a migraine I think it's the beginning of the end.
No, not Uncles Monty and Vernon…dammit.
It's got a lot of good points and I can almost overlook its shortcomings, but that is a terribly, pretentiously-written essay full of some really cringeworthy stuff.
Jesus, just shut up. Nobody cares how much you hate Brit pop. Clearly this article was not written with you in mind, so leave it.
Sometimes I skip the first 10 minutes just because Marc's neuroses are so similar to my own that listening to him talk about them sends me into a feedback loop of negative thinking.
I knew it.
It's such a typical thing for a compulsively self-conscious man to focus on, in that, unless they were like, oozing or scabby or elephantiasis-y, no amount of balls weirdness would be a deal-killer for most women. Why look at balls when the real action is right there adjacent to them? Totally the kind of problem…
Maybe it's more that it was Super Hans?
Because I'm a massive softy, I love Archer's weird little soft spots — for Babou, for immigrants, for the sweet old lady in that one episode.
When they do an episode set in Germany, then I'll be the one laughing. Auf Deutsch, natuerlich!
It seemed super out of character for Lana not to understand that. It'd make sense for her to maybe be opposed to illegal immigration on other grounds, but she's supposed to be smart, so why doesn't she know this stuff?
I feel like I would've enjoyed this one a lot more if I understood more Spanish. It was still funny, although the jokes came a bit more slowly than usual, I thought. Lupe was the best.
I was so weirdly sad about that…poor Bilbo.
MY WIFE'S HAVING A BABY!
Well, you've been posting a lot. Maybe we're united in our shared hatred.
Well, I dunno. Are all western US cities beginning with L no longer to be lyrically discussed in conjunction with heaven since Cocteau Twins did it first with a different city 20 odd years ago?
Um, David Bowie?