I'd love it to be Paul Rudd, but only if he plays him as Andy from Wet Hot American Summer with superpowers.

Take it from me, I love you!

I used to be with the Comments. Then they changed what the Comments were. Now what I'm with aren't the Comments. And what the Comments are seem weird and scary to me.

This is really sad. I always loved his unique personality and delivery. He always said his lines like he wasn't really sure how they should be said, always seemed "removed" from what was going on (like a more charming, indian Tommy Wiseau), and he was always the most interesting part of whatever scene he was in.

Aw, I was planning on buying the pink teddy bear just to have it float in my backyard pool. I'd never bring it up or call attention to it, just wait for houseguests to notice it.

I enjoy this song, but I can't help but wish Flight of the Conchords were busier/more popular every time I hear it.

I watched To Be or Not to Be on my phone, but only because I was waiting for my laundry to finish, and I didn't want to head back to my dorm for my laptop. Otherwise, I tend to prefer my laptop or TV for watching movies, while my phone works best for clips or short videos.

"So, can we fuel you up, or what?"

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I saw a picture of HDS in my Facebook feed under an AV Club status, and I got really fucking scared for a second.

The season finale of Stella's one season somehow managed to be a perfect ending for the series. The big reveal that the entire show was a test of the Michael, Michael, and David (based entirely on a recurring guest actor), a surprisingly meaningful realization by the the three about their friendship, and ending it…

I hastily walked into the bookstore, and asked the cashier if I could get one copy of this. Though she initially didn't recognize me, she went to the shelf to pick it out. I confirmed that it was my purchase, paid for it (allowing her to keep the change, of course), patted the small dog that was sitting on the…

Well, that turned me into an Amelie-style pile of tears.

Jesse died on the way back to his home planet.

Hey, Denise, did I ever show you a picture of my dead psychopath?

Followed by A Jew Comes to Dinner.

I have to climb in order to access my crawl space. I might change the name soon.

That Jack fate didn't deserve Uncle!

Castmembers-turning-and-smiling-directly-into-the-camera opening credits, or NO DICE

Well, it's 2013. There's no way to watch it now.