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Based on the interminable parade of celebrity cameos and the hobbit-face they make Kate McKinnon wear, I can only conclude that Saturday Night Live hates it male cast.

And you missed “Cronenburgs,” the only Rick & Morty coinage that is both necessary and intuitive.

For sure, but in this case I’d have thought that (for streaming services) that very cheapness and disposability would be a feature, not a bug

I get your point for sure, but there has to be a way to package soaps to take advantage of so much content that, let’s face it, can probably be had for pennies on the dollar.

I don’t understand how daytime soaps don’t have a huge value to streaming services. Perpetual bingeable content with an unparalleled backlog of episodes? They make entire platforms out of that.

You’re right that the specifics are suspiciously specific, but I think a lot of people might have read Watchmen and thought the best way to follow up was to explore the authoritarian whiteness of it all.

I too do not believe Offerman is acting. Seems like a pretty solid dude. And I like Megan Mullally too.

Me: I am a grown adult man with mature tastes and a discerning intellect.

Those episodes really were simply delightful. I found myself with just a constant big goofy grin between laughs..

For this upcoming week, the reboot of Big Grande’s Teacher’s Lounge is the alpha and omega of current improv comedy podcasting.

I appreciated all that, and how people are people after all, but I started to sour on it when I realized the show would only ever bring them to the brink of hard times but would never follow through.

Each season I begged for the obnoxious Belgian to arrive so the locked-room murder mystery could start, but it never, ever did. We almost got there with Bates, but not quite. Make due with Gosford Park until Knives Out, I guess.

I wonder what the hold up is on the The Stand do-over. The post-apoc trend is flagging already, and it may be fully done and rusted out by the time they get it done.

In the Hall of the Mountain King is more metal than most metal.

Here’s my take: he combines dinner party conversational energy, theatre kid dorkiness, back-of-the-classroom snark, and charm. I’ll concede that a lot of his stuff feels less like Entertainment and more like hanging out with a clever, entertaining friend, which is why podcasting has worked out better for him than

This makes me irrationally angry.

Putting his prolific guesting abilities aside, I will forever rep for the Thrilling Adventure Hour, Dead Authors, Superego, Spontaneanation and the Pod F. Tompkast. PFT’s retired more creative and influential podcasts than most hosts can even pitch.

A bit ago we were lazing around listening to music and a run of Sparklehorse, Jason Molina and Frightened Rabbit caused a tragicomic call and response: