I recognized the sign from the Eels song about it, "Sad Foot Sign." In the Useless Trinkets liner notes Mark Oliver Everett says, "As soon as I first saw [the sign] I developed a pathological superstition where whichever side was facing me just as I drove by would dictate the kind of day I was going to have, i.e., sad…

About a decade ago at UCSF there was a regular librarygoer with a Comic Book Guy look who would put porn on one of the public computers and quickly fall asleep. So they'd have to wake him to kick him out.

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3MDBB (three more days, baby).

This is my favorite Beef Stew song: http://youtu.be/yD7F5AVXjr0.

We mustn't forget the new Third Eye Blind EP.

apologia ≠ apology

SNL used the slang sense of coming as early as 1998: http://snltranscripts.jt.or….

[requisite Jost apologia]

MAD's actual Everybody Loves Raymond spoof is called Everybody Loathes Raymud—not much better.

You may be right. I may be frigid.

True.

Jimmy's potency beggars plausibility. In eighteen hours or so he orgasms at least thrice (twice in Gretchen's mouth, once at the cemetery) and has that abortive backseat encounter?

Well, the silent short is a little funny.

Thank you for this. All of it.

Alas, great dramatic turns in shows submitted as comedies tend to be denied Emmy nominations. Case in point: Sarah Baker in the Louie episode "So Did the Fat Lady."

My last experience with talk therapy was a farce. The nadir was when the quack pretended to slam his hand in a drawer so he'd have an excuse to not shake mine.

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I vehemently disagree. There's light in Kaine's eyes.

At its worst it's good. At its best it's fucking fantastic. Binge it ASAP.