HEY. EVERYBODY.

You wouldn't have known that from Comedy Central in the 90s. Thanks to Short Attention Span Theater (and the season of London Underground he hosted), the dude was difficult to escape if you had a decent cable package.

One day you're gonna condole the wrong family and we're gonna lose the house!

Bing bing bing.
Zoom zoom zoom.
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*sniff*

I tried LaCroix (and seltzer in general) for the first time after the last AV Club news item about this brand, and holy crap was that stuff disgusting. Of course, my only point of reference was plop-plop fizz-fizz, so maybe that had something to do with it.

"What should have been a satirical triumph."

After the way this week has gone, I think we're finally down to the skimmings.

Gordon Ramsey has never been described as adorkable, though.

One of our local stations still has something like this of footage from around the viewing area, but it only turns up on weekends when there's a gap in the schedule that they can't fit an infomercial into. It's still very pleasant to stumble across it at 2 or 4 in the morning.

Kind of a low-key episode to finish a Steven-centric summer, but still cute. Onion's dangerously close to becoming a human being.

Or you could go to Tumblr and ruin yourself for eternity. Your call.

Chocolate chip cookie dough is only #10? What kind of bizarre world do you live in?

Considering that Maury got his national noteriety as the first anchor of A Current Affair, the granddaddy of tabloid TV, there's no way in hell that anybody wouldn't have seen through that way-too-cuddly ad.

So you're saying Beach City used to have a golf course? That's weird.

It's ridiculous. If there was a Trump in SU, he'd have built a wall around the Gems by now. And sent them the bill.

I almost felt sorry for her.

Moy was very pleased at the comparison on Twitter, as any of us would be.

"The charitable reading here is that Connie just got over her problem really quickly, because she’s a much more practical person than Steven."

These types of posts from me usually start with "I don't know what I was expecting from the Twitter of the BoJack Horseman creator," but fortunately, "a sad and soulful Simpsons fanfic" was always within the realm of possibility.

That's what absolutely kills me about stuff like this. I'm one of these suckers who bought into the whole "death of the author" thing, the idea that art (even pop culture-style art) is a collaboration between the creator and the viewer. Each experience is slightly different because each viewer/listener/reader brings…