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Of the pocketful of stale fortune cookies from the buffet this weekend, surely this was the most intriguing message: “An upward movement initiated in time can counteract fate.” Street Fighter player, perhaps?

He’s free to say what he wants, and it won’t take away The Dark Knight Returns or Year One, but that doesn’t mean he’s free from smackdown:

Try this next time, preferably after a months-long hiatus from running. If it’s anything like yesterday, I probably won’t be recovering for the “after” shot a week later. If ever at all.

Whatever fleeting impulse had me queue up this classic (and for the record that ought to have been, “I go through the same thing at parties like this every weekend”—I distinctly recall the nerve this awkward finale struck at 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning after returning from one), it still makes me laugh.Tina Fey may titillate my dreams with platonic rewards, but her show has become a cast of predictable caricatures, a fate that probably befalls every ongoing production; Parks & Rec is next, and Community’s well on its way, if not already there. Come to think of it, Abed’s disassociative identity does remind me of Being There’s Chauncey Gardiner, played by Peter “Hrundi V. Bakshi” Sellers himself.

It’s what they’ve started calling them in this blog, and it’s sadly true. I gripe less about the “animation”, of course, than the writing, and in fact one of my favorite frames from the show is a very zombie-like Homer:

You’d expect it to happen more often, but it doesn’t: I followed up last night’s live-from-New York episode of 30 Rock—and not the awful second installment of the BBC’s new Sherlock that ended my evening… 2009, and cultural awareness hasn’t improved since The Talons of Weng-Chiang—with a dream featuring the cast of characters, myself of course among them. The details are so many tears in the rain, but I seem to recall being a lowly staff writer seeking Liz Lemon for recognition or otherwise and mistaking Alec Baldwin’s character’s last name as Geiss (his deceased mentor) at first before eventually addressing him as Mr. Donaghy. It was one of those typical frustrating affairs where I’d try and find someone who just refuses to be found, or get somewhere and even backtracking won’t return me to the same place. Either way, nothing nearly as good as Internet favorite-for-Superman role Jon Hamm’s “Please, I’m so tired!” line:

A better experience had by this fellow there than I.