Look, here's a bottle of vodka and some Valium. Now, back to the coffin with you, Mr, Kinkade!

I spend way too much time playing video games, but I'd rather shoot myself in the kneecap than call myself a "gamer."

Yeah, I guess I didn't really notice at first, but I do see it when I go back and watch earlier episodes. That realization has really taken the joy out of the entire series for me.

I'll take God's Zoo or a few songs off Dreamtime (not that title track though) instead.

That was a terrible season.

Somehow they did make me feel sympathy for Dwight as Jim turned into an ever-expanding prick. I stopped watching completely once I realized that.

That Emily Blunt has shit taste.

Jim became a bully so gradually that no one noticed. God that guy turned into a straight-up asshole.

Tara on Sons of Anarchy. Nothing against Maggie Siff but I hated that character long before the writers ruined the show.

The Cult was absolute crap if we are talking Batcave. Southern Death Cult, or just the Death Cult weren't bad, though.

He's our least talented Ian.

It's not even The Cult's best song.

I'm pretending that the Vikings are a motorcycle gang. Or that the Sons were Vikings.

I've listened to the album about a dozen times, and I get choked up almost every time. I don't have it in me to watch the Lazarus video just yet, but last night I finally mustered up the stones to watch the Flight of the Conchords' Bowie episode again.

Crash took the most banal and trite observations of race relations and tried to portray them as some sort of mind-blowing truths. It certainly wasn't the important movie that it thought it was.

Those Oscars really do love BIG. ACTING.

Wait, are we talking about the Tolstoy novel now?

…warm…leatherette…

Opie is Ophelia, except for when he isn't.

Oh, no, we had to put him to sleep about 10 years ago. He was about four years old when the Weezer album came out.