I just got done with a book on serial killers (as a historical/social/sociological phenomenon), and in most of the cases the book describes, even the serial killers-as-high school students would have read this and thought it was fucked up.

Like a Fox News employee would know that’s a crime.

I never knew much about them other than “Flagpole Sitta,” but for some unknown reason I found myself listening to more of their stuff a couple of years ago and realizing, “Hey, these guys were pretty good.” (I imagine that’s true of a lot of “one-hit” bands.) Plus, while there’s nothing wrong with a band staying…

I knew that one of the members of Harvey Danger* died a few years back, and, looking it up...bass player, so maybe there’s something to that.

Or a documentary set in—and I say this with no small amount of shame—not only my hometown, but a few blocks from where I grew up:

The Charles Minor/Michael Scott Paper Company arc made me pretty much check out from that point on. I still watched and found it funny, but the stupidity of the new company, followed by the least-earned moment of triumph in television history (over the one competent employee the show ever had) made me so irrationally…

One assumes that “pretty much” leaves wiggle room for The Drop.

Thanks, and sorry about your dad. I wish I had something upbeat to throw in in terms of how it goes, but you probably know the deal. With that said, there are a lot of things that they can do that won’t fix anything, but can slow them down quite a bit (different drug combinations, brain electrodes, etc.), which…

It is. My dad had it for 20+ years, and it progressed so slowly (until the last few years) that you could kind of not notice just how bad it was getting—when he died, they started his funeral with a photo montage, and seeing a picture from 25 years ago, then one from 15, then 5, then the last couple of years was like…

Checks out. What I’ve never understood is how Chunk, without seemingly checking with any of the adult in his life, just arbitrarily decides that his family is going to adopt Sloth. I’m assuming that it’s a deleted scene as well:

Monkey Man Breaks Silence, Announces He Regrets Working with David Schwimmer

You stay the hell out of my browser history.

His performance in Barton Fink was so terrific that not only did every role he played afterward kind of turned into William Faulkner for me, William Faulkner completely turned into John Mahoney in my mind, if that makes any sense.

I agree. He should take a look at some of his teammates and follow their lead; you wouldn’t see Jordan still carrying grudges about perceived slights after all those yea—okay, bad example.

“It is unclear how the deer startled the men, and what made them dash into the bush to escape it,”

Don’t be silly. Saying “no copyright infringement intended” does absolutely nothing. You have to write “I do not own this content” for it to be legally binding. Duh.

I don’t care how good she was as Livia Soprano or anything else she did in her career (or life). If anyone says that the highlight of Nancy Marchand’s career wasn’t a list of crimes and damages that ended with “...attacking a woman with a concrete dildo?!” they are lying.*

A combination of “Wow, what a performance,” “What a cool moment for the show,” and “I’ll be right back in ten...make it five minutes.”

“Hey, McFly, why don’t you make like a tree and recognize that most people’s conception of ‘gender’ is a societal construct?” just doesn’t have the same zip.

I will die before I replace my Beethoven’s Fifth “Nobody’s home! Nobody’s hoooome!” tape on my answering machine. It’s been years since anyone has called the landline that I still have for that very purpose, but if they do, are they in for a hilarious treat.