I'd pick the pale Englishman every time, EVERY TIME.

Blërg.

That was one of the first moments when I was like, man, this girl gets it.

…more so.

I'm not a linguist, so there are a lot of things on Language Log that go right over my head, but I think there's a fair amount of that site that, uh, amateur grammar and language and linguistics aficionados (??) can certainly appreciate. I like searching through the categories sometimes. "Peeving" is definitely a…

Have we grown into too creepy and insular a cult or what? WHAT IS IT, TODD? FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET LEAPING JESUS, CAN WE NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH?

It was just godawful. There were so many interesting directions it could have gone and it had nuggets of insight, but it just turned into an unfocused mess. Basically just a bunch of damn whining for the entire second half of the movie.

I gave out six A+:

I wonder if the people who saw MW when it aired tended to place it higher in their rankings? I've always liked this episode, but I came to Community late and naturally it didn't have the same impact on me as I imagine it did on someone who'd been following the show since the beginning. There was a…

Yikes, it didn't take long at all for Heckler to go from a promising documentary about how comedians deal with hecklers to a childish straw man of epic proportions that conflates hecklers, critics, bloggers, and anyone who has the audacity to say anything remotely negative about entertainment that has been offered up…

My totally unqualified opinion is that it should be Sweden's national anthem. (I can't remember what their national anthem is, but I bet this is better.)

They were once dependent on him, lovingly so, but now they don't need him … he needs them.
Yeah, this. It's such a melancholy ending in some ways — Jeff, momentarily forgotten with his floppy pizza, snappy quip unheard, fun kicking up in his wake — but on the other hand, it's a reiteration of the same note the series…

GO
COMMUNISTS
GO

I am guessing it doesn't really soften the blasphemous blow, but I love "Jesus tap-dancing Christ." Plus it reminds me of the incomparable Craigslist car ad.

These are a few of my favorite things.

I'm regularly aghast at what people feel comfortable sharing in the submissions to the STFU blogs.

I've just started making bread and the NYT no-knead bread recipe, while it almost feels like cheating, has changed my damn life. It just doesn't seem right that five minues of nominal work (plus twelve to eighteen hours of letting it rise) can produce something so phenomenal.

That sounds delightful. Too bad I can't afford the "high end tequila" part.

I bought my first cocktail shaker this summer and I got some martini glasses for Christmas. FINALLY, I CAN BE A CLASSY DRINKER.

Ha, I harbor no shame whatsoever for the cocktails I like. And well, I dunno if this would be considered trashy (it didn't have an embarrassing name, at least), but the latest thing I tried was the weekend before last, some drink my friend pinned from Martha Stewart —