Honestly, I wish I could explain why the joke slays me every time. But it does, and I cackle until it hurts every frigging time. One of these days I’m going to keel over like the weasels from Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Paul Rudd will be the reason why.

I remember seeing a comic that argued that the T1 Terminator and T2 Terminator were sent back simultaneously, from the future’s perspective. Basically a two-pronged last-ditch effort. Though this comic existed before any of the post-T2 sequels.

Worse, canceled on a cliffhanger.

Michael blowing up the vase and the motorcycle doesn’t seem too different, ‘power’-wise, than that time he kicked a puppy into the sun.

My roommate used to work at a McDonald’s, and the owner at the time allowed employees make their own food for their free meal on break, so he used to make a McRib without sauce (which means cooking up one fresh) and a bunch of other toppings and some mustard to roughly approximate a Cuban sandwich.

I wouldn’t even call it a restaurant, I’d call it someone who can’t be bothered to just start a food truck. My dad used to professionally cater, and tailgate, and sometimes get hired to cook food for beer tent buffets. I can tell the difference.

But since the entire building was for Continental, I’m not sure exactly what random person would end up passing through with the deliberate intent of getting them some Continental swag.

I tried these a couple of weeks ago, when I found them in a Sheetz. I like spicy stuff, but I actually have kind of a so-so tolerance (what most Indian restaurants in the US consider a ‘medium’ vindaloo is about my upper limit). The Reaper Ranch chips are probably the hottest things I’ve ever been able to really enjoy…

I remember when I was a kid, my elementary school had a Yoo-Hoo vending machine. Unfortunately, while I eventually came around, at that age I just couldn’t appreciate it. For whatever reason, my taste buds at the time registered it as watered-down chocolate milk, and why would I ever get that when I could get — y’know…

He appears to have found... the Queen Bean!

From what I know of the industry (I used to work in beer), a lot of people like the subtler taste and lack of aftertaste of a light beer. It’s a beer they can have with dinner that tastes like a beer but doesn’t really compete with the flavor of the food.

Having finally gotten caught up, I still think that the biggest problem with the Tench family household is that Brian is a non-character. Not that I want to see a child actor going through the motions of being the creepy neighborhood predator or anything like that, but there’s only so much we can get of Bill and Nancy…

He’s not out of his depth with the profiling, but he’s out of his depth with the investigation itself. He thinks he’s smart enough to solve this from his armchair, Mycroft Holmes-style, and perhaps he is. But it’s not a game show, it’s a police investigation, and constantly sneering and rolling his eyes at the larger…

If I were Bill, I’d be afraid that the moment Holden found out he’d start trying to explain Brian clinically (in other words, profiling him) in an insensitive attempt to help Bill deal with all this.

Wait, they’re getting rid of the XXL Grilled Stuft Burrito? Oh, I’m not looking forward to my roommate’s tantrum over that one. It’s like the only thing he’ll eat from there, and Taco Bell is his go-to if he wants fast food.

I’m not a binger, so I’ve only just gotten around to watching this episode (and this is the farthest I’ve gotten, so careful with spoilers if you reply) and I think the biggest issue with the Brian plot is that he’s such a non-entity as a character. I think this season we’ve had as many shots of him asleep as there’ve…

I wanna say it was omelettes. But then, this was a high school cooking class, and we started with a whole unit on egg dishes.

Not as a ‘thing,’ to the best of my knowledge. My friend would just try to find ways to combine DS9 and “Thong Song” references because of the name similarity. He thought it was clever 20 years ago... and then for a few years after that, because he’s got a terrible sense of humor and thinks busting out a joke that was…

I was in my senior year of high school when the movie came out, and my strongest memory of Phantom Menace is a couple of friends of mine who skipped school to stand in line for hours in a steady drizzle of rain. One friend had just bought a new pair of green shoes that soaked through and effectively dyed his feet. I…

Malory, realizing the limits of her crew’s ability to solve space-based existential mysteries: “So those are our only two options? Ghosts or magnets?”