WTF Doesn’t Anybody Know What To Do With Mandy Barnett?

– OR – The One Where Hook Outs Himself as a Creeper and Still Gets the Stamp of Parental Approval Mike Birbiglia has this classic joke. He talks about moving into a new apartment and having his bed loaded on the elevator when a woman gets on with him. The woman is relieved at seeing…

My first recap since the Comic-Con… uh… let’s call it a debacle, and I felt as if I couldn’t just launch into a new season of unintentional/intentional subtext without some sort of acknowledgment of said debacle. It was here that I was going to touch on events as they unfolded. I spent a good deal…

I was planning to let this year expire before making the declaration that my idea of daily posts was a tragically failed experiment. At this point, though, I think it’s best to go ahead and call it. Kind of like forfeiting in the seventh when you’re down by ten runs. Which, apparently, can’t actually happen….

Q: When is Sunday night like Saturday night? A: When Riley says she’ll try to get something done Saturday night. Get it? It’s a procrastination joke. So, first off, I made French toast for dinner. Two pieces of challah, loads of syrup. Nothing redeeming about it. Other than the fact that it was delicious. And…