Proposed: that "Can you believe I work at a bank?" is the most perfect opening line to any Kids in the Hall sketch ever written, in this life or the next.

"Santa, please! We don't know if we want to have children!"

I was having an argument with someone who is Wrong the other day about which Kid in the Hall is the most indispensable (BRUCE, UNQUESTIONABLY) and we came down hard on different sides of the Kevin fence. Is every single Kid in the Hall a precious gem forged in the fire-petals of Heaven? Of course. Will I ever achieve over the course of my lifetime even one-sixteenth of the greatness of one of the less…

The Kids in the Hall had more respect for the art of drag than anyone else in the game. When they were women, they were women for a reason, not just because they thought it was funny for guys to wear hose.

Surely you won't hold it against me that I'm a mere day (and several months) off?

"In America, there are 51 states. Or maybe it's 80 by now. Does England count? I'm not quite sure."

"Running free...running free...running [I'll let you wait until after the jump]."

(IT WAS THE EIGHTIES.)

"Butch? I've been thinking. Maybe Smitty's right about us. Maybe we are shallow." As always, some thoughts: 1. This is why the Kids were, and are, undeniable. In the hands of lesser men, this would not be a loving, affectionate, insider-y tweak at Canadian gay (stairwell) culture; it would be cringe-inducing gay drag. Not so the Kids. It helps that Scott Thompson was gay, of course, but the characterization here is nuanced and perfect. Dave Foley's barely-conscious…

Some stray thoughts: 1. I would like a businessman for a pet, but I would not like to take very good care of him. 2. It does not seem quite fair to show 15-second ads before a 2-minute video. I cheerfully endure proportionately justifiable commercials while watching a full-length episode of television, but upon my Sam, it seems a little hard to have to sit through ads nearly 1/4 of the length of the clip…

My greatest regret in life is that, as a young Canadian child, I never got to appear in a Kids in the Hall sketch wearing a party hat. And when I see this, the pain is sharper than ever.

However, being a man seems much, much worse.

Come for the dessert plate, stay for the wigs and the vests.

The magic of "Head Crusher" is timeless, but Mark McKinney's decision to target bankers in this episode is highly relevant to today's discourse about the excesses of capitalism. As Zizek says...

"He said the F-word. Seven pounds, four ounces, and now he says the F-word at the dinner table." The way Bruce keeps trying to eat the ham even while Mark has him by the wrist. The way they're all drinking soda out of tall glasses with no ice for dinner. The screamer in the audience at 1:25. This is a longer one, but stay with me. Trust me. This is worth the investment of your…

The "Hotel La Rut" sketches are perfect for a multitude of reasons: the dead-affect flat delivery of both Mark and Scott's characters, Dave Foley's filthy and unrestrained louche (who I can only imagine is a dissipated Pig-Pen), the indolent gasp of shock from Scott at :52, and the fact that Mark McKinney makes one of the most enchantingly beautiful women I have ever seen (something I have discussed at length previously). This is exactly…

Oh God, oh God, Nicole let me do this week's Kids in the Hall Monday and I have SEVERE performance anxiety. We haven't done Ham of Truth or 30 Helens or These Are The Daves I Know or Hotel La Rut or any of the Buddy Cole monologues or even Mr. Stevenson (Mr. Stevenson!). I am hot and cold with indecision. But decide I must; I choose the secretaries. It agonizes me to have to pit "Is…