Wet? No… Rain—even sprinkling—in the summer is pretty rare, no? Damp from the fog, sure, but also plenty of sunny days. Depending on which side of the street you're walking on!

<3 Miss Hoover forever.

Wow, I can't believe I forgot about the Independent Thought Alarm. I need to get myself some colored chalk.

Well I guess I'm a curmudgeon… I liked the episode all right but then reading the writeup here annoyed me, how it sort of goes on and on like a gay TV empowerment manifesto, as if that's the only relevant aspect of this show to comment on… but then I realized, at least for this episode, it sort of is. I'm really…

I think it's telling that nearly every point of praise in this write-up is about sweetness or emotionality. I prefer my sitcoms be funny.

I think it's telling that nearly every point of praise in this write-up is about sweetness or emotionality. I prefer my sitcoms be funny.

I'm not letting no pope tell me how to say my Latin.