I got photos. I should post that shiz on Instagram or something.

In 2009, I was backpacking in Eastern Europe. Munich to Sofia, through Croatia, Bosnia, Romania, and all around Serbia for ninety days (was doing the Schengen shuffle).

I teed that one up pretty shamelessly, didn't I?

As a young nerd in 1977, let me give you an overview of where things stood in the US:

Back in the 90s, I remember watching only the Smigel bits on Conan. I skipped the celebrity stuff, the music. All that. All of the comedy skits were solid gold.

Stillman doesn't make bad movies. Very excited to see this.

Remind me to tell my Kusturica story some time.

All of 1977 was an unmitigated disaster.

The real question is why am I on this page, and why am I posting this comment?

I always felt like my mouth was raped when I drank Tang.

What about Leeroy Jenkins?

Having said that, there is one lone exception to this five minute rule…

Channel 101 agrees.

A weapon, yes. Food, no.

Snaaaake!

Biscotti is not real food. Even in Westeros.

Or he could live stream it on Tidal while Kanye directs an army of threadbare Williamsburg extras to mime out each letter.

Sheeee-it.

"Boy from Brazil seeks girl from Munich."

"Manchurian candidate seeks queen of diamonds."