Paulie trying to order 'Jersey Italian' food in Italy and being confused at what the waiters are serving him in Naples…

"…Yes."

A.V. Club, what is best in life?

Remember, there's always money in the Death Star.

"And it grows to a powerful, emotional climax when Anakin has to decide which one of his children will live…and which one will die."

Why not? Scooby Doo can doo-doo, but Jimmy Carter is smarter.

I think Staffs everywhere secretly wish to go back to the days when planning resembled a game of Stratego.

BEES!?

*Shows up to Pie Nite with cloves, Tom Collins mix, frozen pie crust*

Is it, or can you Colonial Space Marines not admit you have a problem?

In their defense, they also loaded it up with copious amounts of alcohol.

Current events are putting me in a 'The world is spinning apart and we are on the brink' mood, so this week I've been re-reading The Guns of August. It's kind of terrifying to see these characters bringing their countries to war while maintaining the self-awareness to know that there will be drastic…

Nothing like going to work before the sun is up and leaving at dusk to crush your spirit and productivity!

Finishing up Jessica Jones, which is probably appropriate for a weekend that will be spent sulking and working.

I strained a muscle in my leg trying to re-live my nonexistent high school glory days in a work related flag football game. Now I am painfully aware that my body is breaking down. The wave has crested and I'll soon be a decrepit old hunchback.

Uh, I would also like to express my fondness for this particular comment section.

Yes, I am a neurotic nerd, etc.

This might sound lame, but I do regret that I feel like I pushed my first serious girlfriend to do a lot of stuff purely because this was a mutual 'first serious relationship' and she was compelled to follow my lead. Nothing very serious, just behavior where I-in retrospect-think that she must have been having much…

Just a little rant based on the last question, but can be people not just be adults about this? I find it fascinating/horrifying that a big reaction to the Boomer generation has been a co-option of the idea that everyone is deserved the kind of relationship a 50's housewife would blush out, combined with the desire to…

Don't cry for me…I'm already dead.