The ancestor-spirits of the AV Club are pleased by your sacrifice, and will surely show you favor with a bountiful harvest of upvotes.

The ancestor-spirits of the AV Club are pleased by your sacrifice, and will surely show you favor with a bountiful harvest of upvotes.

The ancestor-spirits of the AV Club are pleased by your sacrifice, and will surely show you favor with a bountiful harvest of upvotes.

The ancestor-spirits of the AV Club are pleased by your sacrifice, and will surely show you favor with a bountiful harvest of upvotes.

The ancestor-spirits of the AV Club are pleased by your sacrifice, and will surely show you favor with a bountiful harvest of upvotes.

Depending on where you live, that strategy ranges from acceptable on down to cheapskate—-possibly dipping all the way into stiffing the server entirely, if for some strange reason you decide to dine in Delaware.

Colin Hanks, you mean.

Colin Hanks, you mean.

Colin Hanks, you mean.

Colin Hanks, you mean.

It's weird how much that style of facial hair bothers me. It's like a mosquito bite on my eyeballs.

Chicken salad isn't the opposite of tuna fish; salmon is.

I'm not quite as thoroughly besotted by the show as our intrepid reviewer, but that exchange between King & Coon was a virtuoso performance. (I can't wait to be indignant when they don't get any awards for it!) That scene, both in its construction and emotional impact, reminded me of In Treatment, which is pretty high…

Look, it ain't easy getting compared to the author of the Adversus Annulares.

A word that means opposite things? Quite unacceptable. I'll cleave to the sanctioned meaning, thanks.

I can't even recall the specific episode, but there was some TZ episode I caught as a young kid that really, really messed with my head. Maybe it was people being put in some sort of zoo?

I'm going to be honest with you, Scorpy's Neural Clone: I don't think I can look at you the same way anymore.

I really needed to figure out a way to do this—-'impostor syndrome' was one of the main reasons I quit grad school—-but, despite knowing that it was true, I never figured out how to internalize it.

In the Republic, Cephalus quotes Sophocles' praise for old age, that in it we're 'freed from many mad masters'. Almost certainly not the source of the quote you have in mind, but it does show that the same thought was a respected one for the Greeks.

Hey, cheer up. Maybe someday, you can leave that feeling of bitterness behind, and move on to the melancholic certainty that you're alone because that's just what you deserve and that it never could've been otherwise, just like I did!