She's the best space hooker.

It's awesome if you love hard sci-fi with none of that gay dragon shit.

I just started watching this shit last week. There have to be enough Netflix viewers to justify bringing it back. You could pay for an episode by selling one sample jar full of sperm, for Christ's sake.

I liked Mullally. You're right that she's no Jane Lynch, but her character's desperate optimism was consistently funny.

I fucking hate Steve Guttenberg.

I almost listed "Hellz Wind Staff." Then I forgot to.

Again, Comma, I recommend at least one listen to the whole motherfucker. None of it is bad, and the worst parts are all at the end. The intros to both discs are also skippable.

I'd just like to again endorse some of the more vital, in my opinion, "alt-country" artists:
Drive-By Truckers
Neko Case
Uncle Tupelo/Son Volt/Wilco
early My Morning Jacket

It's not that "things cost money." It's that:
1. It was free until, what, today?
2. It still has advertising. Why?!
3. Its pay service is an inferior version of Netflix's, which I gladly pay for.

Comma, damn near all of them. Here are my favorites:
Reunited
For Heaven's Sake
As High as Wu-Tang Gets
Severe Punishment
Older Gods
It's Yourz
Triumph
Impossible
Little Ghetto Boys
Bells of War
Dog Shit
Duck Seazon

Corky, they offered access to past seasons of shows before they started charging for it. The shows they're offering now are also available for streaming through Netflix, which is and has been for years 1,000 times more awesome than Hulu.

All Right!
I recently went for a walk in the local park. When I got there, I was told by a security guard I had to pay to come in. It was so exciting! There were hardly any people in there anymore! It just felt so… exclusive! I sure am glad I get the opportunity to pay for it!

I'd love to be forced to choose between a would-be rapist and a stalker. Oh, for sweet romance…

Exile is one of the best albums of the 90s. The rest of her 90s output is good. After that, well…

I killed 20 Ynglings during the war! Now, at home they'd hang me! Here, they gave me a fucking medal, sir!

No it isn't, Bitter! Forever ends poorly, but if you cut it off before "Black Shampoo" it's damn near perfect and one of the greatest albums of all time!

The Love Ranch
…is a little old place where Helen Mirren continues to look ten years younger than she actually is. How does this happen? Vampirism? Magic? Blood-bathing? The absorption of radioactive energy emitted by awards statuettes?

Pro Tools is underrated!

For Trish. She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris.

It Would Be Nice If the Rest of the Clan was Present.
Ghostface dropped out when his assistant failed to bring him his motherfucking cognac.