PFT started saying that "heard a crime go" and giggling during last year's best-of. And then it became a real character soon after.

And James Bonding. I'm not sure they ever reached those heights again, although it is a good podcast in general.

I have seen the Lt. Dan Band live and they were amazing. Really.

Here's my policy on plot holes. Is it easy to imagine a scene that would explain that unexplained thing? Would that scene be boring? If you can say "yes" to both, that's not a plot hole, that's editing.

I haven't spent a dime on it, and I enjoy it. The matchmaking is very good, so you don't have to worry about getting demolished. If you're new, they'll put with other newbies. No reason not to play it for a while for free and see what you think.

Henry Phillips is always great, and he doesn't appear on many podcasts.

You know, like how we're all judging our past selves based on what movies won oscars. We've all done it, don't deny it.

These aren't beatniks! They aren't even boatniks!

It's hilarious. And all you need is a basic understanding of James Bond - my wife likes the podcast, and she pretty much only watches James Bond movies by accident.

They should have gone with the New Jersey delicacy, the pizza burger.

Speaking of Ira Glass, where's Podmass? Did it take the week off because of Thanksgiving?

Perfect splash.

Wow, I guess I really haven't been paying attention to politics.

Who are you even mad at?

I've seen some confusion, and people who don't go to these kinds of UCB shows may not really know what the night is like. These aren't shows where you pay to go see a specific comedian, who does their act for an hour. You go to see who shows up that night. They might announce a few of the comedians before hand, but…

Uh, the UCB already exists. And it turns out that comedians do go perform for free, in exchange for the exposure and the chance to work on material or for whatever other reason. This isn't theoretical.

Shouldn't that money go to the teachers then, and not the performers? They're the ones performing the service that's bringing in the dollars.

Walt keels over in an orange orchard while toddler-aged Holly sprays him with insecticide.

This makes me sad, and I wish I hadn't read it.

That movie might be the whiniest thing in the world. It's insane. It's so self-important and unaware that it becomes perversely fascinating.