Damn Internal Rain Service.

Note to anyone who wants to respond to one of my comments in a similar fashion in the future: Being ridiculous is kind of my whole reason for participating in AV Club. I'm not doing a lot of research for this.

He said Network TV. But you're right, it isn't dead because a lot of people like what they're comfortable with. Network TV is like religion: most people know better, but they're like (in old nebbishy Jew voice) "Oy, this is what I know."

I've got some interesting photos she's been doctored into.

This is related to nothing, but since you mentioned starting a show, can anyone tell me if Jericho actually comes to a satisfying ending? I'm not one of those people who care a lot about whether or not a conclusion answers EVERY SINGLE QUESTION you can possibly ask, but I'd rather not get through 30 episodes that end…

Of the movies I've seen on that list I've liked them all (some a heck of a lot more than others). I don't have that opinion because I'm suffering from a lack of good action movies, I'd just like to see the epidemic of preposterous budgets be corrected. I suppose a big part of the blame (maybe even most of it) falls on…

They prefer Dawesman and Offputtingyetrelatablefemaleman.

You're ruining For Our Consideration!

I'd like to see versions of all the huge blockbusters over the past few years redone with one fifth of their budgets. I think not having access to a zillion dollars would force filmmakers to rely on creativity. That way we might actually see some characters develop and action scenes rooted in tension and personal…

His true weakness is that he has to dedicate his life to saving members of a shitty species.

But I'm gay and I have diabetes. And power? Oy, the stess…

What's "it"? A sandwich? A human/pig hybrid? Goddamn ambiguous theme songs…

Czech it Out with Dr. Stanislav Brodsky. I'll go now.

What does this make the finale of Eve, that sitcom starring Eve? I mean, besides indispensable.

No, that's what Garfunkel calls it when he drops an epic deuce. I've dropped off the classiness; I'll go now.

Not the South.

I hope nobody gets c-c-c-c-cancerAIDS! (Is that still a reference?)

I've seen one of the three things in the name of that title, and I aint talkin' 'bout Josie. (I've seen cats)

You would think a gang of detectives would notice that.

Looks like it's time to retool Hannibal.