GENE: Remember my fart last night?
LOUISE: Be more specific.

Whimsical fact I became aware of of in a manner I can't remember: Jesse James' profile name on Ashley Madison was the same one he (allegedly) used in his TV shows' forums on the Discovery website.

I wondered if this news was coming. For most of season 3, they seemed to be finally getting a handle on serialization, teasing out a season arc worth following, then they end it ten episodes in with a resolution made entirely out of ass pulls and a stupid, nonsensical Big Reveal that felt like a combination Big…

I'll defend it too. Denise Richards is almost canceled out by the other supporting actress, who manages to be both a believable, compelling villain (oops, spoilers) and about the closest thing the series has had to a developed, multi-dimensional female character.

I have no damn idea how I got my 9/10. I recognized maybe three of them.

Might not have worked for the plot they had, but finding room for a disfigured carousel horse in a small apartment, to Bob's presumable chagrin, would have made a dandy subplot.

GAAH OH MY GOD WHOEVER AT MY AFFILIATE DECIDED TO CUT OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING MUSICAL NUMBER (THE GODFUCKINGDAMNED MUSICAL NUMBER!) FOR AN INSIGNIFICANT UPDATE TO A THUNDERSTORM WARNING— YES, A MERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING— I AM GOING TO PUNCH THEM IN THEIR COCKS UNTIL THEIR PANTS ARE MOIST BUT NOT WET— oh, that part's…

I'm surprised this isn't already a major thing. Maple syrup, hickory/applewood barbecue, and, well, anything aged in an oak barrel are already popular (sidenote: seriously, Jeni's, no oak flavor? It's like you've never HEARD of bourbon whipped cream…), so why not other wood flavors?

Get-a your ice cream, tutsi frutsi ice cream!

Death-by-baby-rex is my favorite scene in TLW. As a biologist and all-around sick bastard, I say "aww" as I watch the villain die via real-life predator parenting behavior.

Okay, fair enough. This version of Mr. Ambrose was a good enough character, but it's barely the same one as in "Topsy." I liked him better when he was trying to instigate drama from a safe distance.

Maybe I'm just the wrong kind of sick bastard, but I part of me thinks Todd just wanted Gene to have farther to fall. Uh, not that I'm saying that because it's exactly what I would have done in the same situation or anything.

Mr. Ambrose was better the first time. This wasn't the return his fans have been clamoring for. Well, maybe we should be proud of him for addressing his one weakness.

Bushtit. Woodcock.

Your face is fat.

We need to call in air support!

Two things bothered me while teaching freshman science in Texas during grad school: 1) how goddammed little it takes to get a high school diploma in TX, and 2) students calling me either Sir, or "Mr. [some part of my name]".

So this guy goes to the portajohn at a construction site and finds one of his coworkers trying to fish something out of it with a stray piece of rebar. He explains that he dropped his jacket in the loo.

If you're going to be bitten on the balls while crapping, it'll probably be by the aforementioned black widow. As the article says, they're fond of the undersides of outhouse seats, which puts them within easy fang-reach of the user's scrotum. Balls are on the receiving end of a disproportionate number of black…

It just keeps comin' and comin'!