Been hearing "Mahna Mahna" every time somebody says Ottawa, Panama or phenomena lately. It's distracting.

Going on about the Fifth Business without mentioning Robertson Davies? That's a paddlin'.

So basically King's worst faults— teasing and taking forever to get to the damn point— take over the book. Expected. Can't read King anymore until he writes short stories again.

No James Earl Jones Alphabet?

WHAAAT? That's no "Vincent Twice". That's clearly Sherlock Hemlock, who solved the case of the missing jelly beans in the first season.

Hardcore.

Old enough to have watched it from the beginning. Old enough to remember when ONLY Big Bird could see Snuffalupagus. Pre-Elmo Baby!

That kids sounds/looks like a bald Ralph Wiggum. Typical inbreeding.

You'll find we Germans are not all smiles and sunshine.

Roast beef is not supposed to be purple.

Barney is too blotto (is he still drinking coffee?) to feel feelings. Except in that "Don't cry for me, I'm already dead" movie.

"The show that ran out of episodes meets the show that ran out of ideas."

Determined to get the most out of my PS4/HiDef TV, I picked up Hellboy and the Golden Army for just six bucks.
Tuesday— Finally, Lego Batman 3!

Rectum.

And Dick's conversion into Roger from American Dad is almost complete.

PEOPLEPC, YOU —- you uh. . . VILLAIN!

CHRIST, tell me Stan fucking Lee doesn't make a fucking cameo in this!

Hey, nobody saw him until he hit 70, he's entitled.

GODDAMN IT, HOLLYWOOD!

Born in 1964 so I can remember REALLY great cartoons like George of the Jungle and uh. . . uh. . .