"…unsatisfying mess…" Yeah, that pretty much sums up my feelings about the show. But…one-dimensional or not…I would have eaten Uhura's tights starting at the toes just to find out where they went. I don't care if it was where no man had gone before, she was a BABE, and I gladly would have volunteered to undertake…

Oh, please, kind sir! I love parrotry!

I am ashamed that I questioned your wisdom.

And you know the WBC doesn't have fiber…how?
Guess the only way we can be sure is to cut them up for nutritional testing at a competent Lab.
Or cut them up and feed them to a pack of Labrador Retrievers.

If Penny Dreadful were on in the late 1800s, it'd be serialized in Strand Magazine instead of Showtime. Would save production costs, yes, but most of us would get headaches from those newfangled electric lights. Those -dashed- things are bright!

Don't kid yourself, Billy…if they could, those Pastafarians would touch you and everybody you love.

He's just a small part of a huge pyramid. Of a big part of a very small pyramid. Or maybe he's on the Thoth again.

By Jove, I believe you are correct, sir. Obviously, I listened to the album multiple far more many times than I saw the TV sketch. I humbly apologize to anyone who took offense to my assholism knowitallism and will accept my punishment from the sisters of Castle Anthrax.

But after I comment, you're just a pain in the dong. Just like all the Dragons I've ever met…electric or steam-powered.

It was Wilde who delivered the Raspberry, not Shaw. Get your playwrights straight. Or in Wilde's case, less than straight.

While the show has become one that's not "New Episode, Gotta Be There Tonight" for me, it's still got some good stuff when I see it…and Marcia Wallace will definitely be missed; a fine, quirky and beloved actress.
But having the show itself go on as long as it has, it's not surprising that most of the veins have been…

Haven't read through all the comments on this, and am sure it'll twist the knickers of a number of readers, but…is anyone else just creeped out by why they even came up with this article? What comes next? "What do you hope your least favorite star will die of?"

Yes Minister and Yes Prime Minister aren't here? The Honeymooners? And if you like cooking 420 into cookies, Captain Kangaroo. Bunny Rabbit had to be the archetype for every actor that played Al Capone afterward. (again, being Very Stoned is a key to appreciating that fact)

'King's Lead Hat' by Robert Fripp on Eno's 'Before and After Science'. Pete Townshend's one-note solo on 'I Can See for Miles'. Eric Clapton's live solo in 'Crossroads' on 'Wheels of Fire'. Adrian Belew's 'I Am What I Am'. Fuck street cred; Hendrix; multiple times. Several by Stevie Ray Vaughan. 'Beck's Bolero'…

Antiquated values from a patriarchal society?! Why didn't you say so? Here…just let me tie off and you can put it in…this vein, next to the scar left from my seventh-grade broken heart. I'm shaking too much with excitement to hit it!

Oh jeez, man. I had a friend who OD'ed on Paperboy back in '73. That shit was dangerous. He was never the same again. Last I heard he was head of the Republican Party in Idaho. So no thanks…maybe you're just a generous person and maybe you're trying to get me to give up being an Eagle Scout and become a beatnik…

Tetris? Isn't that awfully Post-Electronica Hair Punk for a discussion like this?

What does any of this matter? An album's either good or bad or half-assed. Who gives a shit what genre it's in? Or if it's in a genre? You listen…if you hate or are indifferent to it, you don't listen again. If you love it or think it has something going for it, you listen to it again. It's only when an artist…

My problem with the show was that I wouldn't have wanted to meet or speak with any of those cretins. But then, I didn't like Seinfeld for the same reasons. Or Mighty Mouse. And there's some people I really like. But they don't like me. At least, enough to give me money. And I need money to buy Ozzie and Harriet…