This man cave…is more like a man's grave.

Same thing happens to Voldemort but not to any sympathetic characters, as part of the Wizarding World's effort to keep down burial costs.

Found it.

One of my very favorite Peanuts strips is one where a dejected Peppermint Patty tells Linus a story about seeing the Red-Haired Girl and realizing, basically, that she would never be as conventionally attractive as her and that Chuck would never see her that way. It's basically four straight panels of an uninterrupted…

Isn't the book entirely new? Seems hard to to justify a revival categorization.

I still feel like Aukerman misremembered that Rust ever had a consistent structure for that bit.

Were these people the debate moderators?

I could wax poetic for days about Danson's physicality as Sam, and I haven't even watched all of Cheers. So good.

I imagine him bringing up the Leslie Nielsen fart machine and you barely resisting the temptation to describe in detail your Airplane! oral history which covers that expansively.

This man is a national treasure. Him being so forthcoming with the anecdotes only raises him in my esteem.

I'm sort of surprised "Be My Guest, Literally" isn't the obvious choice for number one. You candy-ass motherfuckers.

The best Spider-Man villain of all time comes from the comic strip. Clown-9, a disgruntled actor in a clown suit who keeps defeating Spider-Man! I hope he comes back some day. Or gets included in the next movie.

I wonder if he would hire a horse to watch his dog.

Adam Baldwin, or as he's otherwise known, John Gamergalt.

As you can see, the real deal with Waylon Smithers is that he's Mr. Burns' assistant. He's in his early forties, is unmarried, and currently resides in Springfield. Thanks for writing!

Wayland Smithers?! What is this, that Simpsons oral history book?

I ultimately understood Luck's cancellation, much as I loved that show. But, yeah, HBO's disinterest in putting another Milch project on the air baffles me. Dude's possibly the greatest TV writer ever and you have him under contract. I mean, I HOPE they're deep in negotiations for the Deadwood movie, but it seems…

Speaking of Aleister Crowley, reading Going Clear made me want to watch a movie about L. Ron Hubbard and Jack Parsons at the Parsonage, performing occult rituals and having tons of sex. It'd be like The Wolf of Wall Street with black magic.

"Elections cannot inconvenience me. They ratify my will or I neuter them."

Seems like a weird reaction to a thoughtful piece of writing.