In annoying dick news, Alison Brie at this year's PaleyFest panel.

When I went to school in Austin I met a lot of amazing people, but there was also the requisite number of cocksuckers and creeps. Today I like to refer to those people as the crowd waiting to see Third Eye Blind.

There was that time I saw Anne Murray and Gordon Lightfoot duet on a version of Alannah Myles' "Black Velvet" at an outdoor festival in Guelph, Ontario. But then again it was August 12, and everyone knows that's Alannah Myles Day in Canada so maybe it shouldn't have been so surprising.

Great cover. Mostly crappy movie. (Every scene featuring Michelle Williams and Seth Rogen alone in their house is indefensible.) I watched the whole thing, though, mostly because it made me miss Toronto and also because who doesn't love naked septuagenarian ass.

One of my greatest struggles in life is to come up with a compelling story for the perpetually awkward and lifeless meet-the-contestants segment following the first commercial break. (It's the only thing that's kept me from trying out for the show.) So far all I've got is I have two friends who've experienced…

I saw the Cure one time and they covered that classic hit from 311, "Lovesong." No acknowledgement, though, which I thought was rude.

Joy Division. Captain and Tennille's "Love Will Keep Us Together."

I'm probably the only Parks and Rec fan here who fucking hates the Jean-Ralphio character, but Jenny Slate as his twin sister Mona Lisa, let me tell you right now. I didn't care for her either.

It pains me to say it but I've never been more prepared to see this show get canceled.

Is "esoteric" Spanish for "obscure?"

Fuck it, I'm ready for the Louis C.K. backlash to kick in. As it stands his hilariousness on stage is inversely proportional to the increasing levels of blind fan worship, so I'd say the time is now.

There's another spot where one of the kids mentions installing a disco inside a tree house, and suddenly every single one of those little bastards starts to mime John Travolta's Saturday Night Fever dance. And then I scream at my TV, "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU ASSHOLES KNOW WHAT THAT IS?"

I listened to some podcast in which he disclosed his absolute favorite writer was Bret Easton Ellis and at that moment I realized he was fucking moron.

Chris Hardwick is at heart a game show host.
Jonah Ray is a towering wall-eyed sea slug fitted with a mop of unruly hair, whose unsettling appearance belies a disappointingly dull personality.
Matt Mira has the most punchable face of the three, but is surprisingly engaging. 
And why does Nerdist's sound quality suck so…

shit like this leads me to believe todd gets paid by the word: "I don’t really like judging comedy on the 'how much does it make you laugh' scale, because it’s, ultimately, really subjective. There’s no single perfect joke that will make everybody in the world laugh, because we’re all different people, and we all…

holy crap.

what the hell is going on with britta's face?

this his nothing to do with anything but i saw joel mchale on craig ferguson last week and he was wearing that douchey br watch. i can understand winger wearing that fucking thing because he IS a bit of a douche who already exhibits questionable taste in sweaters (see: introduction to film) but mchale kind of…

what are you WHAT ARE YOU

Having watched it again, here's a list of things that made me laugh the hardest, like an insatiable baboon, notwithstanding i'm not saying anything revelatory or probably much different from what others found funny but what're you gonna do: