Nobody misses Simpsons references. NOBODY!!

Tenure track?! 99.9% of art students are perfectly aligned for a career in temporary office clerical positions, or so I've heard.

You omitted the word "how," which only makes your point that much more appropriately and emphatically, if you consider that most insufferable, self obsessed art students are thoroughly incompetent verbal communicators.

Backpacks for some, tiny American flags for others.

All cats are not cats.

U rite.

No more miserable than those 11 years I endured Cheers.

Would an accounting office be in any way comparable to an advertising agency? I'm asking sincerely, because my admittedly naive impression of the time was that things were pretty loose and casual in most offices at the time, a lot of drinking, sex, alternative philosophies, etc… Not every single person in the office…

A show about absurdly attractive people cynically, deviously engaging in the manufacture of our superficial and worthless cultural delusions sounds interesting and even compelling, on paper. But in reality I found the show so insufferably self satisfied and even soulless. I do enjoy Jon Hamm's and John Slattery's…

Twinned actresses? Is that a process, like cloning, or mimeographing?

I remember in his great AV Club interview Arthur Chu made some funny self deprecating comments about his own distinctive appearance and quirky behavior which only made me admire and respect him that much more. TV is an emphatically superficial visual medium, so it's not at all improper or unusual to take note of the…

Caller: "Is there anything you can't do?"
Liza: "Mfmmld, sshmmergge knee broken dribbbel drabbbel clothes lerrrgle jpptttleless… clay."

The AV Club

What's most funny to me—aside from existence, itself, which to me is a mercilessly relentless source of pure undiluted infinite hilarity—is that these rather inconsequential, mundane details such as contestants' attire or hair style loom so very large in the minds of Jeopardy viewers. The PC impulse is to entirely…

I'd like to invest my cash surplus in her high yield tax shelter. Cha-ching!
I'd like to let her manage my liquidity. Ding Dong!
I'd like to have sex with her. Kablamo!

People, taxes are no joking matter. And remember to sign and date your return or Santa Claus won't know where to deliver the Easter Bunnies on Unicorn Glitter Day. Namaste!

It often provides substantial entertainment value, I find.

Careful anal-ysis has revealed that you somehow excreted that massive comment without the use of a colon. How did I reach my conclusion? Alimentary, Watson.

The interwebs is a hygienic apparatus, full of piss and vinegar, that gets into everyone's private business, like a virtual douche bag. I trust I've contributed to the discussion.

Narcolepsy…