No comments section; not interested.

These smarties a stranger gave me at a Flaming Lips concert, however!

Why else do you think I go to CVS every weekend and buy out their supply of rubber cement?

Hello, this is Waz Chad-Rucker, and you're listening to Prospective Lens.

I don't know, if I had to peg any society as being gender fluid it'd be the dwarves.

Well not if they can't turn to page turtle, they're not.

Don't they still administer standardized tests with silhouettes of animals in the corner instead of page numbers? Those are important for getting into Harvard, you know.

Maybe you should stop wearing your fur suit to work, and they'll stop thinking you're a theme park mascot.

IRA glass (it's bulletproof glass that was used in Ireland during the troubles)

And then separate from all of those was Jack McCoy.

Trendy food trucks!!

Little Kitten.

I'm imagining Ben Kingsley sitting in a room ranting in a German accent about God for two hours, and it's wonderful.

It is impressive, isn't it? They spent a lot on the CGI to get Johansson to look like Stone.

I've been to that one too! I'm not mentally or coordinationally capable of eating and watching things at the same time, but their pastrami beets were f'ing amazing! Also Midnight Special was pretty good too!

Oh oh, Ball-of-stringer Bell?

No no, it's also missing the part where the CD is stamped out on a conveyor belt in Laos, spends a month on a cargo tanker filled with drunken Russian sailors and an occasional Treadstone assassin, shipped hundreds of miles out to the Walmart closest to you while narrowly avoiding being plowed into a comedian's car…

It's a shame she can be so easily bribed with waffles, though.

No it's not! THAT'S NEVER WHAT THEY MEAN!

So, a not-Half-Nelson teacher?