I always thought of Cars as the utopian version of Maximum Overdrive and never thought to make the Doc Hollywood connection.

I assumed that hand swat was a low-five.

Personal favorites are gail.com, which I discovered when trying to visit gmail, and awesome.com, which once had only a few pictures of saguaro cacti.

Yes. Why does Trump, the largest candidate, not simply eat the other three?

What if his campaign is a giant, selfless act of sacrifice for the greater benefit of humanity? What if GOP candidates of the future feel like they're released to act like human beings instead of party platform mouthpieces full of evangelical-friendly social opinions without jeopardizing chances of election, because…

I enjoyed this movie :(

In Binghamton, NY, ice cream trucks ring a solitary bell rather than playing The Entertainer or Pop Goes the Weasel. I recall it as a cross between the shame bell and the bring out your dead bell.

Once upon a time, I went camping in the back woods of Idaho with a good friend, an eight pack of hot dogs, and some matches. This was in aught-eleven and Ron Paul was everyone's favorite big deal. Over the course of three filthy days, what began as an innocent trading of hypothetical Ron Paulisms became a minor…

I'm intrigued by the parallels between Cersei's alliance with the High Sparrow and Dany's Tyrion-based alliance with the Lord of Light's other Red Woman, what'shername.

It really seems like someone should have considered the risk of catastrophic Khal-eliminating fires before installing a bunch of insecurely-footed birdbaths filled with oil set aflame as the light source for a grass hut.

Don't let the warm fuzzy nostalgia lull you into a false sense of security. Large Marge is out there in the Hermaniverse somewhere, just waiting to inspire night terrors in a new generation of children like she did for mine.

An episode of Rescue 911 featured a child who was walking downstairs while brushing his teeth. He fell, and the toothbrush went through his cheek. Ever since, I've made dramatic protests against anyone I love walking down the stairs with anything in the mouth.

This episode's Cupid Me reminded me of Cartman's semi-sentient Jennifer Lopez hand puppet. In my own little world, Cupid Me started off as definitively imaginary and turned into something unsettling real that Cartman can't control.

I was delighted by Pearl and I'm even considering giving Violet a second chance because she answered RuPaul's "What's your secret?" with, "I'm sitting on it." However. Despite these highlights, even Snatch Game still felt a little hollow in the same way that the rest of the season has felt to me, and Max's dying swan…

I'm not ready to reminisce about the 2000s yet. Is this how old age begins?