Dennis Perkins - may I call you Dennis Perkins? - I thought I thought this was one of the funniest episodes in years (relative to the modest, gentle "humour" attempts of modern Simpsons, the Obama bit was brilliant) and was confused by your grade. But then I read your review, which reminded me of the B-plot, which was…

That's a perfect example of them being really bad at rake jokes. If it had gone on the whole episode, nothing but Peter obsessing over the bird? Classic long-form rake joke. But instead they keep the bird thing going for half the episode and then segue into a random WE ARE DEPICTING JESUS, AREN'T WE EDGY "plot".

Sometimes the name of a show is just…the name of the show. For example, people other than Jerry Seinfeld occasionally appeared on "Seinfeld".

I can see finding it annoying when you think he actually wants a laser tag rehearsal dinner, but wouldn't rewatching it make it less annoying when you know he doesn't actually want that?

I enjoyed the "nonsense" very much on its own terms.

I can do that at home.

I'm assuming that, like Ed is the real Ed, this is the real Gary Marshall.

Do not speak ill of the dead. (The guy from LFO is dead.)

Re: its fucking annoyingness—-I love most of their stuff - I even like most of "One Week" - but there's a special circle of hell reserved for whoever thought "Chickity China the Chinese Chicken" was an okay string of sounds to put together. Like, seriously, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

I see your wanting to punch Breckin Meyer in the face and I raise you this: I have never actually seen Breckin Meyer's face, though I have heard of him, but I have studiously avoided anything I might see him in, because I already want to punch him enough from his name being "Breckin" that I don't need to risk seeing…

I have always been confused about whether the "no" modifies the deep-fried chicken or not. Am I supposed to be imagining deep-fried chicken, or am I supposed to be imagining no deep-fried chicken? Because I find it very difficult to imagine no deep-fried chicken - it's one of those "don't think about an elephant"…

I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with Poodog.

*Butt-Head chuckle*
Cock-burn.

You know, the stalking angle is dark, but it's even darker with the other reading. Like, imagine, you're living in your new apartment. Some guy breaks in.
"What are you doing here, Barenaked Lady?"
"Oh, just hanging out. Breaking into my old apartment. NBD."
"Are you trying to stalk the woman you used to live here with?"
"…

Sean Jungian, this is completely unrelated to my aforementioned story of having been where Rich Uncle Skeleton is now, but I swear to God you have just written my life story, except I am the guy in the story and I did not marry anyone, but specific details of your story are disturbingly close enough to mine that, if…

I think it's part "grass is always greener/wanting what we can't have/etc.", and another part that we may have previously soft-pedalled the intensity of what we felt for that person, for reasons of our own. (Fear of rejection? Emotional unavailability? Who knows?) But, yeah, for me, the shock itself of realizing I had…

Been there, chief - especially in the "I didn't think I was that into you, why am I crying now?" place. It's tough, for certain, but you'll make it through.

We have a new Disqus? This won't end well.

Yeah, Everybody Loves Raymond is not your typical mediocre sitcom—-it amps up the awfulness of the Tim Allen "men are like THIS, women are like THIS, and when you get married, you are in for lots of misunderstandings and her just wanting to cuddle!" model to about 11. The marrieds on Raymond don't operate from a place…

Savage Dik, I don't have a question, but I do want to thank you for doing this, for being so awesome, and for help you have given me in the past. You're my hero.