"No Scrubs" is an incredible song, so like, sorry you're a scrub, dude.

I miss Selfie. I miss romantic lead John Cho.

You think there are better records out there. I don't. But way to go with the condescending presumptuousness, you really nailed it.

I can't stop thinking about this lyric from 'The River':

An interview Pop Matters did with him was titled "Trailers for Films That Don't Exist" which is kind of the perfect way to view his mastery, I think. He is so transcendentally good at his craft that they don't even feel like just the one medium.

We need to talk to Niecy Nash!

"I can't marry you, don't you understand? Your body came back from the war, but your heart, your heart is still fighting…the Viet Cooong!"

Boi-oi-oi-oi-oing.

Cudi's direct-to-camera "How you doin'?" was more than a little arousing.

If you think the backlash against that white-washed, insipid-looking pile of shit is just from trans people, you're nuts. That whole movie is bullshit and anyone with even the slightest knowledge of the real history of Stonewall knows it.

Actually, what they're assuming is that people are able to engage with stories about a wide variety of people, including these ones, whether they personally relate to them or not.

It's a miracle this show even got a second season. Count your blessings they can afford phones.

Yes, because as we all know, critics only positively review shows that could be about them. Which is why The Sopranos was so lucky to drop at a time when all TV critics just happened to be mobsters.

Much more reserved. Still brash, but little of the shouting.

Oh oops, I got confused. I knew he wasn't born in Australia but it was Nigeria, not NZ.

And all despite being from New Zealand.

Are you kidding? Zimmer and Appleby were terrific. Looking at each other with revulsion, admiration, affection and pity all at once. That scene is about them trying to search each other's faces for how they actually feel about each other and their lives, and ends with them still not knowing but accepting that they're…

Being compelled by =/= applauding.

I did get really made when they let Chet, Awful Straight Man Supreme, talk over "All Along" though.

I NEED a Bunheads-style spin-off about Michaela Watkins' dance instructor.