Hey, can I get that gimmick account?  I'm working on… something.

@avclub-32b63dd70d870580128d83e930199e1c:disqus It could be worse.  My mother has an irredeemable idiot as a son who refuses to stop living.

Who?

I had very little interest in the topic going in but this turned out to be a good read.  Nice work.

Everyone has their national weakness—I mean I'm a bit surprised that the Germans permit themselves a weakness.  We don't blame you.

I'm just messin with ya. The amount of inane shit I've posted, I've got no grounds to stand on.  

Your birthday is in April, right?  I swear on bones of my ancestors I will deliver that blog to you.  You have my word.  

Excitable fellow.

I'm not permitting myself to get excited.  But, inside I'm a motherfucking carnival.

Because building an eleven settlement will demand its evil equivalent comes into existence as well.  From there it's just a zero-sum arms race to keep the balance.

Giant old man trees who can't get laid.  Maybe they were always stupid.

Wow, hot.

yadda yadda yadda

I support your support of me.

I'm now curious and aroused.  But, I won't watch Girls until it's no longer relevant out of my steadfast refusal to be part of any damn conversation.

One does not build a CORPSE BRIDGE at their leisure.  A CORPSE BRIDGE is constructed under the overwhelming angst and existential horror of realizing one is a plaything of mad gods.  A CORPSE BRIDGE is crossed in fits of trembling laughter at the absurdity of it all.

The BBC, we're old.

People have sex with morticians?  Ew.

"[writers] are enjoyably stirring the pot until it boils over."

I started the West Wing a couple weeks ago.  So this is life before the anti-hero.