Hey, whatever gets you through the night.

Ren and Stimpy. Not only was it grotesque but my mother hated it which made me enjoy it tenfold.

I actually did a weekly blog of episode recaps of House. I’ll post it here:

Dr. Katz

Parker Lewis Can’t Lose

Ah, the Paralysis of Too Many Choices.

Mystery Science Theater 3000 was a show! Also, Babylon 5!

Nope, too many books also. I went to the library, it was like a whole building just full of books I’ll never read. What’s even the point?

BACK IN MY DAY WE SUCKED ON WET SPONGES STRUNG AROUND OUR NECKS AND RESOAKED THEM WITH OUR TEARS

It should have been you, Zack Hample.

The absolute ruining of RGIII by the severe mismanagement of the Washington staff

I’m really looking forward to my next salary negotiation with my boss where I chide him for valuing me only in the narrow terms of the revenue I generate and remind him that if he were to pay me more, people would generally be more excited to work with a much more prestigious me.

I have no sympathy for the woman.

It would be even better if they kept arguing to the music...

I’m using this trick at home.

“I would accept a second Harvey/Irma combo for another 5 rings tbh”

Counterpoint: Duffy’s Love Shack is a stabby, rapey, parking-lot trash heap of a bar and the people who frequent it could use the shower.

Don’t give anyone that shit, Gillette Stadium is built at the intersection of multiple highways, 40 minutes from actual Boston, in dumpy trailer-park Massachusetts. Fitting!

We don’t get stuck in traffic because we’re bad at driving, but because we’re an Authentic, Charming, European-Style City (tm) without four 10-lane expressways cutting through our city center.

Counterpoint: The Caribbean is a small price to pay for glory.