Keep those dogies brolin', rawhide!

I would kill for any dame.  Or for whatever.  I love to kill.

Hat 2: Bowler vs. Boater

Of all the Star Treks, it was this one I wanted to crossover with Dr. Who.  Two doctors with no names.

The loophole in the "no animals in Heaven" rule is that if you go to Heaven and Heaven is really filled with all the people and things you love, then your loved doggies and kittens will be there, too.

You and Jay Reatard.

This is your lucky day.

I was born in the 50s.  I always liked Forbidden Planet, but I understand it much better now.

I remember seeing Frankenstein on late night TV way back when.  For an old movie, it was surprisingly brutal, and even as a kid I somewhat understood the theme of getting involved with something - even something "good" - to such an extent that it fucks somebody up and everyone around them.  When you're a teenager, you…

That would be a sequel to Wholly Moses.  The only movie I ever snuck into and then snuck out of.

steampunk sucks.

Agreed.  There is the simple technical problem that regardless of the fact British sitcoms are spoken in "English," Americans really need to hear what British actors are saying and need to take a bit of time to translate.  There is also the odd style of British sitcoms to mumble punchlines, which makes understanding…

I direct them to my groin.

I'd take a whack at her.

There's a bit more of a chance of seeing something like that on BBC America, but there are only so many time slots available on networks, many produce their own brand of shit, and licensing a British show directly seems to be more problematic than just ripping off the concept and creating an American version.

Some people have an affinity for the old shit they may have seen on Public Broadcasting in the U.S., but for the most part, British shows don't market themselves well overseas, so those who know of them have to seek them out.  People around here know some of them from the mid-2000s.  Black Books, Peep Show, Spaced,…

Matt Berry is also a key player in Garth Marengi's Darkplace, also with Richard Ayoade.  More conceptual, but still pretty damned funny.

That is every day for me.

That catheter is no longer "art."

That chicken gave me a bad coupon.