Usually, I get, "Oh, Like Carlton from Fresh Prince!" Sometimes, before they say anything else, I can see the little lights turn in their eyes, and I know to tell them that while I am ABLE to do the dance, I don't do it for strangers.

This is one of those plans where you tell yourself, "Nothing could possibly go wrong."

If we take the husband at his word (and I'm not sure that I do) it sounds like he treated it as a huge step. They 'talked it to death', he offered alternatives, but the wife didn't have the libido to try the monogamous route.

I like to imagine that this is his down-time, when he can kick back and make pointless comments for HIM, you know?

Cool. I'm not familiar enough with Darnielle outside his music, on account of sports writing doesn't do a lot for me. Glad to hear I can find one more thing to gush over when I try to explain him to people.

What do you mean "you fuckers"?!

The mother-in-law here definitely overstepped her bounds, but not in a way that makes her a shitty person. The problem here is not that the MIL is too nosy or a conservative Christian, it's that she and her daughter are not capable of healthy communication. Whose fault that is, I don't think we know enough to judge,…

I wonder if Mr. Lewis actually asked for it, or did Ms. Lewis offer it? And then was there a long silence? Did Ms. Lewis know the answer right away, or did she have to think about it? Did they make eye contact, and then quickly look down, half-ashamed yes, but also tingling with the thrill of it?

He only had two days until retirement!

I was always hoping he'd pull off some kind of late-career renaissance. He had talent, he had energy, he just needed to find the right catalytic agent to give him consistency.

I assume that every fan-made property mashup on youtube is still set to Linkin Park's In the End.

Your kid sounds pretty cool.

That sounds bad until you realize that the excessive numbers of bears (almost all of which, of course, would refuse to travel except by train or balloon) would very likely have been riled into a state of frothing bloodlust by the presence of even one woman in the midst of her monthly indelicacy.

Because Walter ultimately got what he wanted. He died on his own terms, nostalgically caressing the symbolic apparatus that successfully gave meaning to his dying years.

The thing is, he's the kind of director whose filmography probably contains something you'll love just according to the law of averages. Even within the movies you don't like from him, I'll bet he occasionally gives you a scene out of nowhere that you'll adore.

"Detective Bruczerzkzanq, you're a loose cannon!"

I like the idea that someday, a child will watch Mystery Incorporated, and that animated owl's voice might conjure unbidden the thoughts of a pasty older German man's naked form.

Duly noted.

I'll keep that in mind. I just picked up an old PS2 as well, so it's sort of a matter of what games I can find for stupid cheap prices.

I've been playing Guns of the Patriots on a recently acquired PS3. It's my first time consciously playing a Metal Gear game (before, I'd only encountered them in passing).