Digitally obscuring the fireflies' butts was just too much if you ask me.

I do enjoy the sizzle when there's some steak attached. But too often we get shots of empty style, like ten seconds of Jack Crawford slo-moing into focus, which doesn't say anything beyond "we have a default aesthetic palette".

I dunno, seems like it only took him five or ten minutes.

RC Cola. It turned out it was arsey.

I can't upvote you, because I've already seen someone saying that for reals, and it depresses me so much that I've lost the will to click.

Reggie Watts?

I would be if I could get out of Peter Saville's basement.

"Be dressed."

They were dull. The mystery works in their favor.

The whole "geomancy of the highway system" thing piqued my interest and made me feel like I should give the show a try.

In the post-credits scene, they check the mail, he has a letter from his doctor saying he's sterile, and she gets one from hers saying she's infertile.

Fine with me, so long as Tom Jumbo-Grumbo's position at MSNBSea remains secure.

I need more iconoclastic friends, obv.

*new Netflix head Jeff Zucker's notes to the BoJack Horseman production team*

What I want to know is, this "i like me avclub" statement…

I saw an edit with all six parked up against each other in two columns of three, but not like this.

My unpopular opinion, which has been unpopular for years, since I started telling people about it: music is basically over as a field for discovery, there are no ways to do anything new with it, and from here on out all that's left is rearranging pre-existing ideas into different forms.

Some wives.

I'm just gonna assume that's "Love Gun" and get on with my day.

I'm not sure, so probably.