Third World Democracy gotta eat, yo.

sends community back in time to be executed by its younger self, while Abed explains the plot holes in Looper.

Damaged Goods or The Reeling.

Their band manager is SMOKING.

Sounds like real talk with moms.  Seriously.  They love you and resent you; usually the loving part wins out, but the number of women who have looked at the engagement ring (including my grandma!) and told me an equivalent of " you can have love or you can have kids, but not both" is kind of scary.

I like the fact that the Sanfords are probably going to end up fighting over Jim DeMint's seat in the Senate.  That'll be…something.

Ooooh.  Can we call it Grand Wizard of Waverly Place?  Maybe set in a retirement community?

But is there video of someone peeing?  Like Mitch McConnell going "This is what I think of your filibuster reform" and spraying down the lectern?

are Al Quaeda off-brand 'ludes?

He made jeans for men with concave butts a while back. Do you not approve of concave butts @avclub-cfe912f5cb3aa572bd1c9ae2a9b82207:disqus ?

Respect: He's the Emperor of THE MOON

There really aren't that many young-ish people voters though (except for maybe in the actors branch).  Also, given my sample size of employment in the film industry, a lot of Gen-X is equally incompetent.

The Savage Detectives is amazing, exhilarating and kind of off-putting at the same time.  You will either love it or think it's horrifyingly pretentious nonsense.

@nummymuffincookoobutter:disqus I have an intensive love of the nameless narrator in Wild Sheep Chase/Dance, Dance, Dance.  But I love existential funks and being confused by advanced capitalism.

@avclub-48c50f40e114343984dc6ae1cf68c1df:disqus You must have a funny idea of what constitutes fun.

Urban legend: When Ann Coulter is in LA, she goes to the Abbey in West Hollywood for drinks with a few gay guy friends.  According to this legend (circulated by a few friends who may or may not have been making shit up to make up for a less than stellar night at the Abbey), Ann Coulter is in the hate-mongering…

Can I ask - because I don't get it - what's the appeal of A Prairie Home Companion?  And is it all Roy Blount Jr. reading essays about fishing?

My first Quentin Tarantino encounter: I thought he was a crazy homeless guy (powder blue track suit, possibly with soup stains, talking at a speed that I had a hard time comprehending as words) who somehow managed to make it into a movie premiere.  

Are you not a fan of the chosen child smirking?

Try watching it with Tolkien purist.  My take was that it was 30% ridiculous filler and 60% great, but the 30% extra was enough to make my butt go numb.