And Stephon Marbury went on to achieve greater success and borderline national hero status where? China!!!

I'll grant that I'm no expert on the L.A. rental market, but the New Girl living situation always strikes me as possibly realistic. It's a huge apartment, but it's also housing four to five tenants in a cavernous warehouse space with a bizarre bathroom set-up and plenty of technical difficulties. It seems like…

You may be thinking of Ms. Chanandler Bong.

Yeah, this is bothersome. Even the Fox app only has the current season.

Speaking of, I can only hope this leads to a new installment of T.G.I.G.O.T.G.2 OST on With Special Guest.

My favorite thing about that song is that when Looking Glass's follow-ups failed to chart, they splintered off and evolved into Fallen Angels, which then evolved into Starz*, a heavy glam band that never caught on with the mainstream but would eventually be cited as a major influence by Motley Crue, Poison, and…

Yes it is. She has an amazing knack for casually cruel characters who somehow remain endearing. Her Questions for Lennon installment was very good too, although Mike Hanford was clearly thrown off by her asking about Lennon's history of domestic abuse.

I can't tell you how often "Claudia from Glebe" from her appearance on the Comedy Bang Bang Australian tour gets stuck in my head. She's an international treasure.

I worked at Blimpie's for a couple of months in college. Probably the second best sandwich shop of the four I worked at in terms of food, and probably number one in terms of work environment.* I liked their veggie patty sandwich quite a bit.

Yeah, I knew Jeff from his occasional Whose Line appearances, and I'm aware of his close Harmon affiliation (I prefer my Harmon behind the scenes, so I haven't checked those out), but he always cuts such a strong figure in his Superego scenes (I'm including The Complete Man under that umbrella) that I'm surprised I…

I wish I knew enough about Cheap Trick to speculate on where James Bladon fits into this spectrum.

This seems like an observation that the Superego guys would appreciate immensely.

Loved Carl Tart on Hollywood Handbook, but I really wish someone would have told Kevin and Cody about those pranks.

Continuing my roll through the complete Complete series, I completed Complete Joy and am prepared to call it something close to a masterpiece of the form. I want Amanda Lund/Maribel May in my ears at most times from now on. The Complete Man is a little less ambitious but just as funny, a lot like a Superego case study…

Credit where it's due: Jason Patric is pretty fantastic in that role, playing one of the most loathsome humans I've seen in a film. But seeing a performance like that squandered on an awful, overwritten character in an awful, overwritten movie just makes me hate it more. Fuck Neil LaBute.

I saw I Know Who Killed Me by myself at a Friday matinee the day it came out. There were two other people in the theater. I applauded out loud when Lindsay said the titular line. It was one of the greatest cinematic experiences I've ever had.

*hides the mashed potatoes*

Patti Smith, yo.

Tommy Lee Jones is great and all, but that's a pretty heavy burden to lay on his shoulders.

I'm not being the least bit sarcastic, as my Letterboxd account can attest.