And now my Ronald Weasley impression.

I think that Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is awesome, and I certainly now makes sense that Rachel Bloom has a background in sketch comedy. The musical numbers certainly demonstrate a connection with theater, and after watching the first couple of episodes I definitely thought that she had a background in stage productions.

The show doesn't have that many seasons left, so it's gotta get really weird and depraved before the end. Just like Frank would want.

Oh, Panic! At the Disco, you overly theatrical bros with the inverse-blowout haircuts wearing your girlfriend's jeans. One of my pet peeves with songs is instances where the lyrics don't synch well with the rhythm of the song, and it ends up sounding like the vocal equivalent of smashing a square peg into a round…

If you disregard genders, it can still be construed as a little ridiculous. If you have an unrequited crush—fine, we have all been there. But if you don't do something about it, don't pout and complain about how an entire gender is evil because you can't be bothered to express your feelings to another person. For…

You think that's bad? My initial reaction was to snark on the fact that he spelled his name-Derrick-with a Y, as in Deryck. Why would I know that? What is wrong with me?

Are you questioning the lessons taught by She's All That? How dare you, Sir/Madam, how dare you…

I've been hating on Taylor Swift for dickity-six years!

Corporal Hicks' Hatesong of the Week

You know what I blame this on the breakdown of? Society.

Any pop-punk song released between 2001-2004 would be an excellent candidate.

Oh hey, AV Club-o-rino, looks like someone is ready for some Re-Swiftication!

This is weird for me to say, but criticism of early Taylor Swift seems so pointless considering she is…aging alongside her music, I guess? Yes, this is based on foolish, high school drama, but was it not written by someone who is the same age as your average high school student? And then she goes to college and has…

I myself received a number of medals for, um, securing that Montgomery Ward in Kuwait City.

Well, let's go to the old mill anyway-get some cider!

Going bowling, not back, avenge deaths.

I have the day off from work, but I forgot to turn off my alarm. Nothing like a 5AM wakeup on your miniature vacation. So, fuck me the alarm clock, I guess.

English Breakfast Tea, with a healthy amount of cream and sugar…in fact that is what I am drinking right now. That or a chocolate egg cream, preferably served at a greasy Greek diner.

They're the Canadian equivalent of The Dreamers siblings in that they give off the appearance of a weird incestuous relationship…until you realize that they are Canadian and entirely harmless and wholesome.

Wherever the Lord Humongous establishes camp is good enough for me…