Auf wiedersehen, you beautiful perverts!

At the time, the pilot was pretty much the best case scenario in terms of my expectations. A well-cast procedural with some artsy flourishes? Awesome, they cleared the incredibly low bar. In some alternate universe, that's the show we got.

I read a prose retelling of Spider-Man's origin years ago (mid-90s) where,upon hiring Peter, Jameson tells him that no one's ever been able to bring him up on charges of discrimination or harassment because he genuinely treats everyone equally—he's the most driven, abusive boss that anyone's ever had. He cares about…

"You had to grow up with it", which is to say provel is bullshit that no one would choose to eat if they'd been exposed to other, actually good, cheeses.

It is, somehow, worse than that description.

When my sister told me about this last night, I thought she said Michael Shannon, and the world got weird for a second.

DuMont shall rise again!

My sister told me about this last night, and, for just a split second, I thought she said Michael Shannon. The world was really damn strange for that second.

"Listen up, simple fucks. I took Sherman to Illinois, got him and the Army of the Cumberland tanked, and pointed them south. Either we all get on the same fucking page about some of this shit or I tell him to start marching and don't stop til he hears mariachi music. Com-fucking-prende?"

Cap's a good scout, I'm sure he knows the importance of sharing.

I don't have my unauthorized oral history of The Simpsons at hand, but I remember a bit from one of the mid-period writers talking about how he was one of two non-Ivy guys in the writer's room (other dude graduated Brown and apparently got no end of shit about that) and just thinking "why the fuck are you all here? …

And you live on the third floor!

It's weird to think that, as a guy who has precisely zero interest in sucking cock, I would probably be more enthusiastic about sucking cock than Dan would be about eating pussy.

Save for sentimental reasons: A Treasury of Great Recipes by Vincent & Mary Price. My sister got it for me, because she knows me.

I'd loop that shit and play "Yakkity Sax" over it.

That's been driving my sister to absolute distraction all week.

At some convention years ago, Billy West talked about his wife watching the first few episodes of Oz and pushing him to watch, singling out the Nazi leader. She evidently said something like 'I don't know where they dug this guy up or if he's even an actor, he's really going for something dark and disturbing.' So…

When the Hillary team was trying to tag Obama as inexperienced, I seem to recall the response being 'Well, huh. How much time have YOU served in elected office?"

My high school psych teacher prefaced the section on Freud with a speech, basically saying "he was wrong about absolutely everything, but he was FIRST, so we have to talk about him."

I'd pay real money to see that audition tape.