Who is that guy? And why am I supposed to care that he’s yawning?

I’ll have what you’re having.

I guess I watched him when I visited friends in the 90's, but he was never a favorite, exactly — I never put him on the level of Moore’s TV work, for example (TV Nation in particular, I really loved). But yeah, he was OK. It’s only in the past ten years or so that he’s really started pissing me off.

As someone who has never read a Stan Lee comic book in my life (Archie/Scrooge McDuck guy, not Marvel/DC — it’s just how I was raised), but has spent many, many hours watching Maher, I can say, with no bias absolute objectivity, that Lee was a mensch and that Bill has never been anything but a fucking tool.

I’m not necessarily a fan of this game (I played it once...), but didn’t these guys plan some kind of campaign to fuck with the construction of the border wall? That’s more than you can say for, like, Tri-Ominos.

Yeah, but when am I getting a Fiona Apple to Apples?

My memory’s a little fuzzy, but wasn’t he fired for being a lesbian?

It’s not the Selective Service — she could have just “forgotten” to register! Only Zoltar knew the truth, and I never saw him introduce himself to any neighbors. (And if you think he was just hanging out at those carnivals to “grant wishes,” then it’s you, gentle soul, who should be dancing on oversized pianos with M…

Hot take: Mr. Big should never have left Elizabeth Perkins and that sweet loft with its Nerf blasters and pinball machines.

After 25 years, I assumed it was safe to listen to the How Did This Get Made episode on it. Uhhh, no. It was maybe 5% therapeutic, 95% re-traumatizing.

I’m sure it would’ve been...fine. But would it have had Sonic the Hedgehog? ‘Cuz I just can’t understand people who sit down to write fanfics and don’t throw a little Sonic H. in. It only takes a second — he’s super-fast!

Structurally, I actually thought the cat joke was terrific, but otherwise I found it deeply unsettling. I’ve seen two family cats gain weight mysteriously, and both were then diagnosed with forms of cancer — Skinner would have had cause to be very worried indeed. That’s not a prank phone call or graffiti — that’s…

So it’s

I wasn’t 100% into this episode, or the fight, but jeez...you’ve been poised to ring that death knell for quite some time, haven’t you?

Two words: widescreen x-rays.

See, I was just thinking it’s a sort of beautiful turn of phrase that harkens ever so slightly back to the A.V. Club of yore. Maybe not O’Neal-level brilliant, but at least some thought went into it.

And only a fool hits the Dark Web before checking out their sub-sub basement showroom.

Okay, I take it back, I totally wanna be that guy.

It’s already dead.

“Er” crime-protagonist names are a real pet peeve of mine — Mike Hammer and Jack Reacher are good examples. One of my old favorites, Lawrence Block, used to give his minor (or more comical) characters very quirky names, but his harder-boiled leads always got names like Tanner and Scudder and Keller. Give me a Philip…