The Rat Race/How to Write episodes were absolutely great, and I think all of the gloss about the show being wholesome or heartwarming really sells Joe Pera Talks short.

Well, uh, thanks for...clarifying!

You're just spitting hairs here. 

It’s not all that good but it definitely is really really blue.

As a Seattle resident what I noted was that, outdated décor aside, that was a 3-4 million dollar house in an upscale neighborhood. Seemed unlikely to be a home for a nurse and what appeared to be her unemployed lumberjack husband. Although it’s possible they got a good deal on it considering the house had a habit of…

I noted that Corolla, and also the fact that the huge house these people live in is furnished and decorated in Grandma 1975 chic.

I think they should have three hosts that speak in unison. Then at night, they could sleep in a bunk bed, snoring in sequence like the Three Stooges.

I’ll check it out after my eyes have un-rolled from the “James Wan is a conductor of fear, baton in hand” bit. 

I assume Gabriel borrowed it for *ahem* one of his tasks (bet he’s fantastic at driving in reverse).

Definitely watch Santa Clarita Diet, she has a whole range of acting skills there and the whole show is hilarious (and deeply missed).

No, you’re right, they don’t. And I never claimed that. In fact, I definitely put some effort into explaining why this particular adaptation wasn’t good, in my opinion.

“It’d be like if the Empire was defeated in The Empire Strikes Back; what the fuck does Luke do in the third movie, and why should we care?”

“Hey! Wait! I filed a dumb complaint.”

I hatewatched Dexter much longer than I likewatched so I see no reason I can’t do that a little more for old times sake.

It’s “Herman’s Head”, but with more serial killing.

No cat. No cradle. No Cat’s Cradle. 

Why you gotta do JD dirty like this?

Also, obligatory:

It’s like 10,000 ships when all you need was a car.

I’m trying to wrap my head around the sight of Prince and Sinead O’Connor involved in a foot chase through L.A. in the middle of the night and NOT have “Yakety Sax” play in my head when I do.