Oh come on now, we all know that the Browns Fan Mantra is "Next year is our year!", meaning that shit en't getting better this season either. Next year though, just wait until next year. Oh man, next fucking year.

Cincinnati got it. Another reason for me to say "fuck Cincinnati". Ikea and overt racism.

And that Spencer's has been closed for years because it's the one at Rolling Acres Mall in Akron.

Yep, it was a single. My dumbass fourteen-year-old self was aching for new Green Day, and yay this song got airplay. Woo.

I'd actually like to hear it from Karin Dreijer Andersson, but her vocal style kinda fits the song anyway so maybe I'm just being unadventurous? She wouldn't do it anyway probably…

Runnin' from the law, the press, and the parents

But hard light won't be available for another three million years or so, and only from some psychotic gestalt entity who's feeling waayyy too lonely…

I have a degree in computer animation that I never used. These principles still ring through my head, and I haven't done anything remotely related to drawing, let alone animation, in thirteen years (I'm about a year away from a PhD in neurophysiology, if that's an indication of how far away I am from animation now).

As someone who marathoned the first twelve books and is waiting, waiting, waiting for the fifteenth one to come out any day now, I just have to tell you to give the series a chance after Storm Front and Fool Moon if either turn you off. A lot of people would tell you the same thing.

I'm not saying that faith is a good or bad thing, I'm only saying that if god's existence were proven, then the very basis of Judeo-Christian religions, faith in god, would be pointless because of that very evidence. Can't proclaim faith in something you know with absolute certainty exists. Thus, the concept of faith…

The mom/dad in Junior?

Then, there's pragmatic agnosticism, that basically sums it up as, "Who gives a shit if there is or isn't a god?" It en't important: if we were to find out definitively that there is a god, we'd continue as we were just as the universe will. If not, same thing. Nothing would really change, well, apart from the eternal…

Actually, he's a step further than that, he's ignostic. Rather than saying that we don't know whether or not there is a god, the mere concept of god is incomprehensible, and without a cohesive definition, we can't even really properly discuss whether or not we can know if there is a god or not. Basically, it's not…

But it does… though not as loudly as Painesville/Mentor. Ugh.

What wasn't mentioned was the Elwood turned down a job at a Houston TV station in 1998 and moved to Orrville, OH. For those of you who don't know, it's the hometown of Smucker's and some collossal asshole named Bobby Knight. And the even bigger asshole typing this comment right here, though I don't like to admit that…

Almost as fresh? That implies that they were fresh… Fan favorites? That implies… yeah yeah you get it now.

That must've been the dark secret he was talking about…

On Netflix, The Wonder Years was missing quite a bit, with the opening theme being one of the most glaringly obvious replacements. There were some other clear substitutions, like a generic version of The Beatles' "Blackbird" in the pilot (I think that was the episode, anyway).

Well, they are well into their forties now.

J-just the Ten of Us? C'mon, who can resist Bill Kirchenbauer repeatedly smacking himself in the forehead as an impression of a typewriter?