Samewise with the Brooklyn Jews, who had a nice "It's not about the destination, it's about the journey attitude." Unfortunately, science done them in.
At least we're assured of this season's Colin. Behold:
Victoria: Sit down, Jonathan. The boat driver needs to see.
Jonathan: YOU ALWAYS WORRY ABOUT THE WRONG THINGS!!!!!!
Boatman: Move aside.
Eat a bag of dicks, you jerk.
Bolo and Lori -- I thought Bolo said that he was the heel. Still, pretty damn awesome to see some wrestling, on a bleedin' glacier.
Stanfurd Dummy -- can't figure a car seat. Sprained ankles. Stanfurd. You'll be gone soon.
I will not call Adam, because he is such a tool, "Hellboy." Adam doesn't have half of Hellboy's game.
Speaking of Hellboy, I think it was Victoria who mentioned the similarity first. But since her taste in husbands is sorely suspect, her taste in High Literature is likewise cast into doubt. Thus, POSER ALERT #2 (the first being Sigur Ros, of course).
Funny thing about the epistemology of big cities -- when they're depicted on television, they always seem so huge and forbidding, but once you've actually been to one of the places, and in this case I'm talking about Chicago, its familiarity makes the urbanity seem so much more manageable.