Not to get all school-marmish, but it's Down Syndrome.

I cried inside, I died a million deaths.

I'm more impressed that Supergirl can see bacteria through a telescope.

Darn it - I almost did develop a dark persona in college, but I gave it up in order to have a happy life.

Franklin asserts rather too vehemently that they're just friends. But I thought he gave off that vibe, too.

There was a hint that Z had been dating Freddie - so I don't think he's gay. Bi maybe.

Sort of an anti-Harmon.

Didn't realize until reading this article what Franklin's last name was. Running it through a French translator shows it means 'cold veal'. Heh.

I hate life because they've got me working 4 10-hour days/week over the summer, and my apartment building is getting re-roofed so I can't rest on the weekends.

I'd be willing to bet that my electric usage is far, far less than any of the other folks on this thread. My electric bill is around $30/mo in the summer and $50 in the summer.

@avclub-cd1db6bdaab0f94ac28022bf20b6d1a6:disqus Pearly White Yoda says: "The confirmation bias is strong with this one."

Gosh, I hate to get all logical and all, but I always assumed it was originally a wine vat that Vincent had filled up with acid for the benefit of his nearly-departed wife.

I love how they treat Richard Long's character - he's a young, handsome white guy, so ostensibly the hero - but instead of killing him off or letting him be heroic, they pretty much lock him in a closet for the denouement.

Not vibrating - they administered an electric shock.

Given that I don't believe in ghosts, even the littlest teensiest bit - sure! Easiest money evah!

Except it should be 'hoopy' as in 'That Zaphod Beeblebrox is some hoopy frood.'

But, but, but. . .it still works! Why throw out a perfectly good TV?

It's weird streaming old TV shows from Netflix to my old-school CRT based TV - the aspect ratios are the same, but because the shows are cropped to fit newer widescreen TVs, I end up with black bars all the way around.

Worst of both worlds, eh?

Every perfectionist I ever knew was a procrastinator - doing the job in a last minute rush gives them an excuse for it not being up to their unachievable standards.