Mae Whitman
I saw her in Williamsburg a couple weeks ago with her painfully hip gentleman caller. She also appeared to be in pain from all the hipness. Pretty sure she was wearing those stupid glasses.

Good to hear a bunch of people who think like me about Lost. And by "think like me," I mean "are correct."

Balls in the air?
I see what you did there, Mr. Alston.

Anal material. Omglol.

Last week's episode. This one actually felt sort of slapdash to me.

What is this, the A.V. Club or /b/?

Somethin somethin somethin
LEONARD BERNSTEIN!

And that, ladies and gents, is the first and last time the word "apertif" will ever be used in conjunction with The Jersey Shore.

I said the same thing. It's like the producers told them, "Yo, my dudes, you need to come up with a fresh new catchphrase." And they delivered.

Eh, she probably has some floppy-ass tittays.

*excretes garbled plea for help*

I watched the whole thing.
And the only thing I took away from it is that Laura Linney has great tits for a 46-year-old.

Haha, spit lisp.

Robutnik and Lone Audience: You are arguing about the tagline of a Zac Efron vehicle. That ain't living.

Okay, kids
How I Met Your Mother: The Novel

Miles
Haters gonna hate. The dude is absolutely wrecking this show's shit. I can't wait to see what kind of stunt he pulls next week.

I can explain my work in an honest, semi-coherent manner. But then again, I have a background in design. And bullshittery.

Same as the ratio of unicorns to leprechauns.

50 AV Club Bucks says Peregrine ain't on her birth certificate.

That rabbit hat made me think of the part in Don Hertzfeldt's Rejected Cartoons with the Silly Hats Only club. (They beat the shit outta the dude with the normal hat.)