I'm just tossing this comment in randomly, but one of the things that bugs me about books 3-5 is that the Starks and Jon Snow have these cool dire wolves.  They are psychically connected to them, and the wolves sense in an instant when people mean their owners harm.  And yet the humans ALWAYS ignore the wolves' growls…

I'm just tossing this comment in randomly, but one of the things that bugs me about books 3-5 is that the Starks and Jon Snow have these cool dire wolves.  They are psychically connected to them, and the wolves sense in an instant when people mean their owners harm.  And yet the humans ALWAYS ignore the wolves' growls…

I was going to say something similar.  By the end you could tell that they were out of gas and just repeating the same formula (the shoeshine snitch, in particular, while funny, was done and done after Tommy Lasorda showed up as the other customer— although Lasorda was hilarious asking about baseball strategy).

I was going to say something similar.  By the end you could tell that they were out of gas and just repeating the same formula (the shoeshine snitch, in particular, while funny, was done and done after Tommy Lasorda showed up as the other customer— although Lasorda was hilarious asking about baseball strategy).

He's off looking for more honeyed locusts.

He's off looking for more honeyed locusts.

Should have read down a little further.  Good job.

Should have read down a little further.  Good job.

London Calling is far and away their best song.  It is just a great, great bit of music— one of those songs that any rock band would kill to have written.  But it is too popular for the Clash cognoscenti to embrace… it is just too obvious a choice to feel clever about.

London Calling is far and away their best song.  It is just a great, great bit of music— one of those songs that any rock band would kill to have written.  But it is too popular for the Clash cognoscenti to embrace… it is just too obvious a choice to feel clever about.

I didn't think of Perlman— he was great.

I didn't think of Perlman— he was great.

Well, the lead picture certainly doesn't look the least bit gay.

Well, the lead picture certainly doesn't look the least bit gay.

I don't hate the Black Keys, but Carney's attitude is something else.  It really comes down to the fact that if you actually stay in college, graduate, and have something else to fall back on other than working for a beer distributor in Akron, you aren't authentic.  That is not class conflict, that is just slacker…

Actually, no.  Replay shows Buffalo Bill for the win.  Maude doesn't even podium.

You had me at Dushku.  Her omnipresence is the darkest mystery of the Whedonverse.  She is quite good looking but just a horrible, horrible, horrible actress.  Wait, add one more horrible to that list.

You are absolutely right, but you made me think about that picture all over again.  Ick.

There are just some people I can't abide, and this guy is near the top of the list.  This is the most irritating banner photo on the AV Club since the kid in the bathtub eating beans.

Larry David plays Sister Mary-Mengele.  That alone is reason enough to make me want to see this movie.  Almost.