The remnants of White Wolf Publishing haven't been this upset since the release of Underworld.

Participants endeavor to strike a white spheroid with a cudgel.

I thought the idea was, from the wrong haircut to the wrong kind of boots, everything about the character was meant to indicate that he's trying unsuccessfully to fit in with the normal humans around him.

Would you recommend swallowing some magic mushrooms before entering the Magic Kingdom?  I, uh, need to know pretty quickly.

I've met people like that.  I went to school with a young lady who visited Disneyland with her family every summer.  She couldn't imagine what my summers of reading books and watching movies, avoiding the terrible Arizona sun, were like.

Makes me think back to the RPG "Shadowrun", where practical literacy is dying a quiet death in the face of relentless, graphics-based interactive media.

I grew up with a great enthusiasm for spy stories, secret meetings, codes, and such, but I didn't use the internet regularly until I was a sullen teen.  I wonder if the NSA could have hooked me with their website for kids.  I wonder if that would have been a good or bad thing.

Section 31 is basically Star Trek mating with La Femme Nikita.  Awesome, is what I'm saying.

Smiley's People is excellent, and wraps up the "Karla Trilogy", which also includes Tinker and Schoolboy.

Burl is his non-union Mexi… ah, you know the rest.

Smokey the Bear.

<joke> So well-spoken. </joke>

Or maybe it's good that the general public is being made aware of the patience and attention to craft that makes a successful stand-up.  A jackass with a Milton Burl joke book can't captivate hundreds of people for an hour, and it's about time that was recognized.

"Who wants to boogie with Baby '37?!"

As the first black female head of the Ku Klux Klan, I'd just like to say: America stinks!

@avclub-7e72b5fe1ad8fd5b388a5260ba7c07fe:disqus : I think lawyers are attracted to the conspiracy because they admire Sir Francis Bacon.

I have no tattoos, though my friends occasionally threaten to get me very drunk and roll me into a shop.  They're torn between a Star Trek communicator on my chest, and an untied bow tie, Dean Martin style.

I have a few generic accents that I bust out on a daily basis, just to pass the time and keep them in practice, but as for specific impressions:

Another '82 baby sounding off.

Surely that's caused by mental and physical deterioration, not moral decay.