You get a fifth and final season! And YOU get a fifth and final season!

It’s definitely an MLM scheme.

I dunno, I actually have learned a lot about viable pitches because of the show. It’s a nice mix of “dreams” vs. “reality”, in that a lot of these people pour their heart and soul into something, and do it for very personal reasons.....buuuuut, if the idea fucking sucks, and won’t make any money, then why should they…

Mission Impossible, if you count that.

The fuck is a “disc”? Is that something you can download?

Sorry, was typing that with a broom. 

They don’t point it out because it’s the only cool thing about them. Aliens are cool. 

“Imflammable means flammable? What a country!”

Honestly it feels like they gave Avatar the visual effects Oscar just so Cameron wouldn’t throw a shit-fit.

For anyone who’s been to any sort of public music/sporting/whatever event, I am 100% in agreement with him that having there be a fuckton of toilets is not only noteworthy, but something worth getting excited about. TOILETS!

Road House is, like so many “classic” movies that are “so bad, it’s good”, better remembered than actually experienced. Go back and watch the movie: it drags. It’s an absolute bore to watch, except for like 5 min of actual screen time, like when he rips that dude’s throat out for no real reason.

At this point when a flashback begins I just think, great: here’s another person I’m supposed to care about who’s just gonna die by the end of the episode. I’m getting kinda numb to them.

Cats should be free to do whatever they want, including pursuing a career in space travel.

Surprised the phrase “green collar” for sustainabilty jobs hasn’t been used yet.

Laserface ruined it for all of us.

The novella’s title is “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption” because the poster he hangs up in his jail cell features, you guessed it —

That scene felt like a setpiece in Call of Duty where there’s just an endless spawn of enemies until you run past the arbitrary checkpoint to make it stop.

Loved her and wouldn’t/couldn’t admit it, because then admitting it would mean he lost someone he loved, which he probably swore to himself he’d never do again after the death of his daughter. Somewhat parallels his insistence that his brother is alive: since he loves his brother, he can’t admit he might be lost. 

“You know those radio ads where two people with annoying voices yammer back and forth? I invented those!”