I seem to remember a time when people didn't even need a disqus profile to post here, though my memory is sketchy at the best of times. Still, I can't say I really miss ZMF—he could be funny, sure, but there was also something disconcertingly genuine about his rage and intolerance.

Whenever someone mentions Tipper Gore, I hear the lisping voice of Jello Biafra in my head: "And who did I thee, Tip-per Gorrre…"

I strongly agree, Asian Bastard [now there's a sentence I never thought I'd type]. Also, I didn't mean to imply that a less-than-ideal boob was some kind of huge problem—I've dated, married and loved women who had less than great boobs. It never really mattered much, and at least they were real.

Oh, I'm pretty sure he's going to play a version of himself even if the character isn't named Marc Maron.

I think her boobs are just fine. Hers have lift at least. They point in roughly the same direction and don't look like an orange in a tube sock. That's a quality boob, in my book.

I always imagine that the die-hard Lena Dunham haters on the internet are self-hating fatties who burn with rage because she's not as ashamed of her body as they are of their own bodies. I guess it'd be comparable to a guy with an inferiority complex about his penis burning with rage at some happy and carefree guy…

But then Teti soothes him with a wistfully pornographic version of "Kum By Yah".

Snark? I thought he was just patiently explaining his headline, presumably through gritted teeth.

I can't see him accepting an inferior number like 8. I mean, 8 looks like a fucking snowman half the time. I'm personally a minor fan of noted snowman George R.R. Martin, and part of minor fandom for me involves the stubborn belief, despite all past practice evidence to the contrary, that he'll stick to 7 books. 7…

Couldn't they have used a totally in-your-face L that wore flashy cowboy boots? (And I mean—REALLY flashy!) Also it would be filled with explosives, to blow up the human faces of all those who underestimate the L. It could have a touching backstory that explains how it got such an attitude, so that ultimately you…

Say what you like about this song, pus-covered baby, but if you could have heard him sing "Remember the Mountain Bed" solo at the folk festival near wherever I live, it would've melted your face. Then you'd know what it truly means to have a melted face.

Zuh? I thought copyright on songs expired after the life of the artist plus 70 years. Was I not misinformed?

At a certain point, the snark becomes uncontrollable, and you are a snarkaleptic.

I think of folk music as being stuff in the public domain—you know, Pretty Polly, Tom Dooley, Banks of the Ohio—basically any song involving murder that's been sung for over 100 years. I recognize that we've broadened the definition to include, to paraphrase Leadbelly, any song not written by a horse. Still, I think…

He's not an idiot, but he's repetitive. His main insights in life can largely be put into two groups: "do we need 'em?" and "things I learned from watching insects". Sure, not everything he says fits into those two groups, but it is a sizable portion of what he talks about on the Ricky Gervais Show.

I think it's worth watching, but I really like the Kev character—David Earl is just fantastic, especially when he does that horrifying leer. I'd love to see some of the gag reels of Gervais corpsing to Earl's lines. I think that's where Gervais is funniest these days—when he's laughing like a madman.

I got a Dong of Justice notification for this?

Counterpoint: get the fuck off my lawn. Aw, I'm just kidding, kid (*gives Drinky Crow an affectionate noogie*)

Yes, and when we recorded music we had to play slower and slower to compensate for the fact that the circular grooves in our "records" became smaller and smaller, resulting in a comparatively faster-moving needle.

♫ And all the other puppets… ♫