Pretty sure they save up their garbage for a week or two, toss it in the back of their pickup trucks, and then throw it around when they get to the venue.

I really, really want a book-length oral history of "Galaxy Quest" now.

You can watch it on multiple levels at the same time. It makes merciless fun of the fandom while justifying their insane devotion. It makes fun of the actors and the scenarios in cheap TV science fiction while also taking it all absolutely seriously. It's honestly the most perfect thing of its kind you can imagine.

You tickle its citrus.

Philip Glass' Symphony No. 8 consists entirely of its first movement, 20 minutes of complex, urgent themes worked and reworked to a thrilling climax. Theoretically there are two subsequent slow, boring movements, but I refuse to believe it. It stops after the first movement, and that's plenty for any one symphony.

Yeah, but which Lucy Lius? Competent Lawyer, Icy Dominatrix, or Erotic Assassin?

It's a device that people used to distract themselves on public transit before podcasts were invented.

The Canadian equivalent of B&N is Indigo: there's one not far from here and we've taken to calling it The Store That Used To Sell Books, because its square footage is slowly metastasizing into a showroom for tchotchkes (giant hourglasses! latte cups! scented candles! pens and keychains and cables!), some of which are…

No, he's the guy from that one episode of Parks and Recreation, the one where he played a lawyer? He only plays lawyers.

Calvin and Hume or GTFO.

Or conversely, Americans bathe or shower once a day whereas you Europeans wash every five to seven days but use a bidet to clean your filthy junk after extramarital sex.

Well, a lot of things happen in that movie, but yeah, Adrian Brody fucks an alien. And then an alien fucks Sarah Polley. The circle of life.

Feels like a remake of Splice.

"I don't think it will be necessary for you to speak again while I'm here."

The first thing I thought of was Dog 'n Suds (which is to say hot dogs and root beer): there was one near where I grew up, but I naturally assumed the chain was long dead. There are still fourteen of them open! How is that even possible?

Yup, and so are chiropodists. You're thinking of reflexologists.

Just explain to HR that Zac Brown is extremely attractive. Show them some pictures. I'm sure they'll be understanding.

It's too goddamn SULTRY in here.

I was tempted not to tune in because of those three bitter, hateful bitches who ruined seasons 4 and 5 — which I can't even watch a second time — but Katya…well, I guess I'm in.

It didn't even occur to me that he didn't mean "slough", which means "swamp": I thought it was slightly strange (it's not a word you hear that much any more) but plausible. But you're probably right. O for the days of copy editors!