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The Nesquikening
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A few weeks ago I spent more than a day trying to remember where I’d seen a talking dog accuse its owner of masturbating out of boredom — a variation (and a fairly innocent one, in fact) on the old thing where you can’t remember an actor’s name. Finally it hit me: it was a bit with Scarlett Johansson from (I suppose)

The Golden Girls one surprises me. But it looks like the Nanny was already 1996 — and if you can find a reference to him on the Simpsons before 2000, I’m very mistaken.

I happened to re-watch the first few episodes of Absolutely Fabulous not long ago, and was a little surprised to hear Ivana Trump’s name mentioned in (I think) episode 2. Doonesbury and Bloom County had already gotten a lot of mileage out of him around that time, I suppose — but I couldn’t remember ever hearing his

An A.V. Club first! Somone arguing it can’t be two things!

I had no idea the Teen Titans were so Freakazoidian.

I’d argue that the absurdist interpretation is more in keeping with the film’s sense of humor — that yes, he cut a mattress tag. But you may have picked up on something I’ve missed.

“How do you like school, Billy?”

Yep. Balance is one thing; calcification is something else. I knew a guy who’d received a schizophrenia diagnosis just a few months after passing the bar, then lacked the energy to practice even a day. He confessed to me he was on more than a dozen drugs, and seemed to hint that, if he wanted kill himself, all he’d

It’s hard to process. You can take all the drugs anyone prescribes you, you can enroll in all the programs, you can lean on your friends and family, and you can generally try your damnedest to develop healthier habits — but at the end of the day, it’s hard to argue that the world isn’t fucked.

What about the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man? Was he really in the Navy?

I mean, well put — but I daresay the fourth one has a better pace, better trajectory. The third one may be superior in almost every other possible way, but nuts to that. Pace is everything.

Incidentally, you know what I hate? Those brief, mindless posts — often firsties — with “mathematical” comparisons and phrases like “That is all.” I’d like to toss everyone who writes comments like that off a goddamn skyscraper.

I’d say revival, period, as there is rarely continuity to anthologies (one exception: the sequel episode/s they did in the most recent Zone, which put it, at least, squarely in “revival” territory).

I sympathize with his ambivalence. Even now, I’m thinking about yelling “FRAAAAAAJER!”, because that is something I like to do in comments of articles about Frasier. But honestly, I’m not sure it’s something I really want to do. What would make it interesting? That’s the nut that must be cracked.

Hotter take: Stan Bush’s best cartoon theme was in Sailor Moon.

You can enjoy working on something without having any interest in actually watching it. I work for a company that hasn’t produced anything worthwhile in thirty years, if ever...but I don’t necessarily hate my job

Whoa, whoa, whoa, mystery?! I wonder what that’s about!

What about the baby on Ally McBeal? Did it ever dance on the ceiling?

He’s not really planning this, it’s just a trick.

Stan Lee was, no doubt (and ‘nuff said!), the most purely joyful gimmick, and the one that best captured this site’s old spirit — and I say this as someone who was totally unfamiliar with the real Soapbox” before he showed up.