No. It does not deserve the ire it receives. Redirect that to the last twelve or thirteen years of the show, or however long it's been since it's been good.

People going "ahhhh," especially repeatedly, after they drink anything is up there with such time-honored sound-related pet peeves as slurping drinks; loud, smacky chewing; nervous leg-jiggling; 1 a.m. sexy bed squeaks; Danish; and people who walk too loudly. (A few years back I had an apartment under some guy who I…

That would explain why Ruthie cut off Simon's arm that one episode.

In other words, the Garrett of comment interfaces.

Exactly — and I wonder how many people have made the same choice as you and just abandoned these sites, or at least the commenting section, because it's so unintuitive and fussy. This is a  setup you implement when you either a) don't actually want to encourage discussion or b) are completely clueless and just like…

7th Heaven was such a good, life-affirming show. I liked how the Camdens' best friends were a black family that was their perfect mirror image. The dad was also a pastor and they had the same number of kids, one for each of the Camdens. They were even the same age and gender as the corresponding Camden kid! How's that…

I saw a really terrible commenting system the other day which actually makes me appreciate Disqus. That's just how terrible it was. It's the system that Gawker and its other blogs use. Comments are computer-ranked based on an algorithm the details of which Gawker will not discuss (but which apparently takes into…

Love BJ's admiring description of Nan. "Three divorces, one glass eye, still drags herself out of bed each morning…the old boot."

Love BJ's admiring description of Nan. "Three divorces, one glass eye, still drags herself out of bed each morning…the old boot."

A play on "like you mean it"? Or there's a missing comma or semicolon and she's just letting us know that she really means it when she says she loves us?Or maybe "Mean it" is imperative and she wants us to love her back but only if we mean it? Or it's a profession of love for the being in the Stephen King novel?

It's 1 a.m., silly. I just want sleep! That's good recreation. :(

False alarm. I should leave them printouts in their mailbox on tips to fix a squeaky bed.

Well, they seem to have stopped already. I'm so glad that that two-hour session they had the other week seems to have been an aberration. What did you do?

How could my neighbors possibly having sex now? It's only Tuesday.

Seems like a fairly innocuous question to take such offense at.

I'm watching The Garden Party right now. You know, with Dwight and and some servants marching to a tribal beat with flames in a closing ceremony to a party where Andy gets upstaged by Josh Groban and his father is the Seventh Heaven guy and Angela the beard won't back down from naming her baby after her cat and Mose…

1. It makes me angry when I can't find things and they end up being exactly where they were supposed to be. In this case, the thing was a hammer. It was dangerous, because I wanted to go all Maxwell's Silver Hammer on someone when it finally turned up.

How is it that this is the first time I've listened to this extended version? I'm revoking my own Communist card for the second or third time. I didn't realize that the music in the verses is another familiar Community sting, either.

This one!

It was too tempting, Stephen. You must understand. The look in Maggie's eyes in the second picture says, "Don't hide me under a bushel! I must be shared with every corner of the world!"