The absurdity of that BJ's commercial with the little girl demonically growling while defending her ice cream scoops made me laugh more than any of the back half skits. The monologue was good and envelope-pushy, especially because I was reading Louis Theroux's post mortum of Fred Phelps while listening. Although, I…

Owen Pallet just became a critic, right? Ba dum bum.

Yes. There should be a warning on the space cake. Only eat the entire thing if you're a frequent user and don't have to, you know, be anything like responsible for a few hours or more. If you're prone to panic and not a regular user, it's going to be a white-knuckler. Breathing exercises, meditation, trashy sci-fi…